Charles felt distinctly condescended to but forced himself to overlook it. It would have been a little more tolerable coming from someone a few years older.
"I have, yes." Unfortunately he'd been forced to think about Noelle which for Charles was the psychological equivalent of sucking on a lemon. While society hadn't forgotten his late wife, her exploits were no longer particularly interesting gossip, but she was also Tiberius Lestrange's cousin and thus he probably remembered far more about Noelle than the average individual.
He feared that when he did one day run for Minister that someone would dredge the entire Noelle business back up again. She'd publicly embarrassed him on numerous occasions and in hindsight he could only kick himself for not putting her in her place sooner. He had been a great deal younger then and unprepared for a tempestuous, and frankly insane wife, but acknowledging that didn't make him feel much better. Thank god Miss Lestrange was the opposite of Noelle in every possible way.
He felt he ought to say more but wasn't sure how he could without first disparaging his late wife in such a way as would probably not reflect well upon him. That said, if Lestrange wanted to ask further questions about Noelle he'd have no qualms firmly establishing that his late wife had been a vile harpy and it was only a pity she hadn't died before he could make the mistake of marrying her.
"I have, yes." Unfortunately he'd been forced to think about Noelle which for Charles was the psychological equivalent of sucking on a lemon. While society hadn't forgotten his late wife, her exploits were no longer particularly interesting gossip, but she was also Tiberius Lestrange's cousin and thus he probably remembered far more about Noelle than the average individual.
He feared that when he did one day run for Minister that someone would dredge the entire Noelle business back up again. She'd publicly embarrassed him on numerous occasions and in hindsight he could only kick himself for not putting her in her place sooner. He had been a great deal younger then and unprepared for a tempestuous, and frankly insane wife, but acknowledging that didn't make him feel much better. Thank god Miss Lestrange was the opposite of Noelle in every possible way.
He felt he ought to say more but wasn't sure how he could without first disparaging his late wife in such a way as would probably not reflect well upon him. That said, if Lestrange wanted to ask further questions about Noelle he'd have no qualms firmly establishing that his late wife had been a vile harpy and it was only a pity she hadn't died before he could make the mistake of marrying her.
