He'd had her promise not to do anything until she'd had time to think about what he'd said, and as she'd understood it, not to make contact with Mr. Macmillan otherwise and so she didn't believe she'd broken her word. She'd resigned herself to the reality that their correspondence was wrong and very much existed outside the realm she entered whenever she wrote or read them. It wasn't happening on another plane of existence and the parchment and ink was very real and even though she still trusted Elmer not to ruin her, she was now wise to the fact that he could intentionally or otherwise and no one would stop to listen to the truth.

Whilst she might think she'd kept her word, she had to admit now that she was faced with confessing to it, that he probably hadn't meant that it was okay for her to write as long as she was doing so with good intentions. "I promised not to do anything until I had thought it through properly, and I did. I wrote to tell him that I couldn't write anymore and-" Nova shifted uneasily as she considered what she'd had planned. She hadn't thought it would come up before he was properly in the door like this but this was the time to do it.

Nova looked over her shoulder at the settee she'd been sat on moments ago. Was there any way to delay it, she wasn't ready, she couldn't do it yet if he was going to be disappointed or mad at her. "And in his reply he mentioned the duel." She lost her nerve at the last moment. She'd have to find another opportunity.

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