"Can not a reasonable mind become infatuated with a suitable target?" Tatiana questioned the gentleman. She had little experience with infatuation herself—she counted neither her feelings towards her brother nor her feelings towards Miss Black in such a category—but rather counted on Mr. Macmillan experiencing such feelings towards her.

"Perhaps it is an exclusively feminine notion, infatuation," the witch allowed, "for I admit how silly it seems. I mean only that, should I fall victim to such a thing, my sensibility would direct such feelings towards an appropriate match."