When Miss Violetta placed her small hand on his, Mr. Victor Frey glanced down at it and then cast his gaze up to her. A deepening confusion was visible in the crease of his forehead, a growing trepidation regarding his own feelings.
“And this supposed husband, you do not even know him?”
He scarcely concealed that these plans seemed not very agreeable to him, quite the opposite.
“I think young ladies ought to have a look around society for which suitors come calling at their door, especially ones so lovely as you, Miss Violetta. How could your parents possibly know to have made the best choice?”
Victor sighed unhappily. His legs, which he had stretched out before in a relaxed manner, now felt tense, he was upright.
It seemed to gear up in him, the going away from here.
The young gentleman stood and said:
“I bid you farewell.”
He bowed deeply and approached the garden door over which he had first called for her. Then he stopped, turned around, and took her hand in his.
“Miss DeCroix, it may not be right of me to say this, but if you find this man you shall wed disagreeable, do let me know. I shall save you.”
How, he had no idea. The plan would come to him in time, probably.
“Well, if I am not married myself until then, but I do not suppose so, I am young.”
Victor let go of her hand, then bid her goodbye and escaped the garden he had entered so daringly.
As aimlessly as he had come here, he wandered off.
“And this supposed husband, you do not even know him?”
He scarcely concealed that these plans seemed not very agreeable to him, quite the opposite.
“I think young ladies ought to have a look around society for which suitors come calling at their door, especially ones so lovely as you, Miss Violetta. How could your parents possibly know to have made the best choice?”
Victor sighed unhappily. His legs, which he had stretched out before in a relaxed manner, now felt tense, he was upright.
It seemed to gear up in him, the going away from here.
The young gentleman stood and said:
“I bid you farewell.”
He bowed deeply and approached the garden door over which he had first called for her. Then he stopped, turned around, and took her hand in his.
“Miss DeCroix, it may not be right of me to say this, but if you find this man you shall wed disagreeable, do let me know. I shall save you.”
How, he had no idea. The plan would come to him in time, probably.
“Well, if I am not married myself until then, but I do not suppose so, I am young.”
Victor let go of her hand, then bid her goodbye and escaped the garden he had entered so daringly.
As aimlessly as he had come here, he wandered off.
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