“I’m afraid I really... can’t say,” Ewart began, befuddled by this whole sequence of events. “It is rather a shame she didn’t take you and Theseus along with her. Norway is a glorious place, much to see, you know...” He had been speaking earnestly - perfectly sincerely - but he trailed off here, with the strangest hunch that Eugene was not in the right mood to hear of the country’s virtues, if he had not known of her destination at all.
“Perhaps you might write to her directly?” He suggested, trying to be helpful. Or optimistic. Or both. Now that he knew where she was, he could send along an owl and he was perfectly sure Astrild would divulge her plans. “And the moment we hear another word from her, we’ll...!” Ewart again nodded himself into silence, trying to unpick what had been in Astrild’s head lately; and what indeed was going through Eugene’s, being left here with little Theseus and his Ministry career.
Ah, settling down to the typical life. He remembered quite how difficult it was it do - it had taken Ailsa and he a decade at least!
“Perhaps you might write to her directly?” He suggested, trying to be helpful. Or optimistic. Or both. Now that he knew where she was, he could send along an owl and he was perfectly sure Astrild would divulge her plans. “And the moment we hear another word from her, we’ll...!” Ewart again nodded himself into silence, trying to unpick what had been in Astrild’s head lately; and what indeed was going through Eugene’s, being left here with little Theseus and his Ministry career.
Ah, settling down to the typical life. He remembered quite how difficult it was it do - it had taken Ailsa and he a decade at least!
