Tybalt ignored the presents and the fact that he was curious about them, because this was not about practicalities, it was about principles, and it was about what Sebastian had said to Elsie in a way that was so thoughtless and unmeditated that it was clear that Sebastian just generally didn’t think any better of him as person than that. Probably hadn’t ever.
No, Tyb was always just a bad influence and the reason for Elsie’s flirting with ruin and the person who had led her astray with no regard for her dignity or without giving her a chance to say no to any of it, apparently.
And Beauregard’s tone was even but his stance not sheepish in the least, so he probably still secretly thought it, whatever he had said to convince Elsie of his remorse afterwards. And it wasn’t like Tyb expected anyone to think he was great, or anything, particularly not her family now, but he had hoped they thought him a half-decent human being. “You know what I want?” Tybalt retorted, stepping closer – maybe just to goad him, he wasn’t sure – “I want you to tell me what you really bloody think of me. Say it to my face this time, why don’t you?”
No, Tyb was always just a bad influence and the reason for Elsie’s flirting with ruin and the person who had led her astray with no regard for her dignity or without giving her a chance to say no to any of it, apparently.
And Beauregard’s tone was even but his stance not sheepish in the least, so he probably still secretly thought it, whatever he had said to convince Elsie of his remorse afterwards. And it wasn’t like Tyb expected anyone to think he was great, or anything, particularly not her family now, but he had hoped they thought him a half-decent human being. “You know what I want?” Tybalt retorted, stepping closer – maybe just to goad him, he wasn’t sure – “I want you to tell me what you really bloody think of me. Say it to my face this time, why don’t you?”
