After saying goodbye to Cosette, Mary scampers back to bed, where she is ostensibly lying with a headache while the rest of the household attends Mass. In fact, she has just time enough to tuck herself in amongst the linens before the door opens: her husband, back again.
She gathers herself up and takes herself out of the room, since she's now committed herself to embroidery. (Which is stupid and she doesn't want to do it and really she could stop right now as she walks past him, right this moment she could stop and put a hand on his arm and do a better job of explaining why she likes to talk with Cosette and do a better job of explaining that she does see now that she should at least have talked to James first about inviting someone to the castle--but she brushes past him instead, tucking away her skirts.)
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Date: 2017-02-26 10:43 pm (UTC)She gathers herself up and takes herself out of the room, since she's now committed herself to embroidery. (Which is stupid and she doesn't want to do it and really she could stop right now as she walks past him, right this moment she could stop and put a hand on his arm and do a better job of explaining why she likes to talk with Cosette and do a better job of explaining that she does see now that she should at least have talked to James first about inviting someone to the castle--but she brushes past him instead, tucking away her skirts.)