More or less impervious to scandal; well, good for her. Tyb supposed he was, mostly, too – as long as he wasn’t out of a job, he could weather whatever came – but he was a little worried that Elsie might suffer worse from it. And he was actually more worried that if anything did upset her, she was not the kind of person to say.
“Oh, you’ve already heard?” he blurted out at the word infant, a little deflated at how fast that had come around. He assumed that meant Mrs. Beauregard had found the time to warn the whole extended family of all the messy detail surrounding the elopement (which didn’t bode well for him – Tyb wondered if this meant he would see a whole barrage of suspicious invitations owled to him in the coming days, or maybe just outright hate mail?); else Elsie had already confided in Sebastian, and he had blabbed.
...Or Lucinda Cavanaugh had only been throwing the word around in vague assumption or a shrewd guess, and he’d just gone and put his foot in it. Whatever the truth of it, Tybalt was already sinking further onto the couch in apprehension, because good posture clearly wasn’t going to be enough to save him.
“Oh, you’ve already heard?” he blurted out at the word infant, a little deflated at how fast that had come around. He assumed that meant Mrs. Beauregard had found the time to warn the whole extended family of all the messy detail surrounding the elopement (which didn’t bode well for him – Tyb wondered if this meant he would see a whole barrage of suspicious invitations owled to him in the coming days, or maybe just outright hate mail?); else Elsie had already confided in Sebastian, and he had blabbed.
...Or Lucinda Cavanaugh had only been throwing the word around in vague assumption or a shrewd guess, and he’d just gone and put his foot in it. Whatever the truth of it, Tybalt was already sinking further onto the couch in apprehension, because good posture clearly wasn’t going to be enough to save him.
