Mary is nodding earnestly: it's plain in her face that she too feels that it must be the case that James is only awkward and shy. "I think you must be right. I'm sure you must be. Because of course we will love each other--why wouldn't we! We're both young! And he is nice-looking even with the mark on his face, and not cruel or wicked, and I am nice-looking and not cruel or wicked, so--so!" There. "But it would be nice to have a letter."
She leans in, conspiratorial again. "I like that about the letter your Marius wrote. I know that James' father wrote--not a letter exactly but a poem, a long poem, when he was an English prisoner. And it was about seeing a young woman in the gardens, seeing her from his prison window, and falling in love with her, just looking at her walking in the garden with her little dog, because he was young and so alone in that English castle. And--and do you know what, she ended up being his wife! At least that's what I have been told." She hasn't read the poem. "So maybe I was being silly, saying that men don't learn how to...think about the same things we do. Maybe it's just the talking." A little sigh. "Your Marius sounds so nice. I hope you get your little house, just for you. And--maybe for some children?"
Just then a bell sounds, a chapel bell, and Mary bounces up to her feet. "There! Now let me talk a minute to one of the servants, and I think we might be able to look at more of the castle. Just you sit here very quietly, and I'll knock three times on the door so you know it's me coming back." (She's proud of that thought--a secret knock!"
It doesn't take long to find Meg and tell her that Mary would like to stay here quietly with her headache and not go to prayers just today. It takes a little longer to shake off the impression of the considering look Meg had given her, and the questions--did she feel sick to her stomach at all? When she woke up? Was she tired? But she shakes it out of her mind by the time she sneaks back up to the store-room. "There, give them two more minutes, Cosette, and we can step out of here."
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Date: 2017-03-01 01:35 pm (UTC)She leans in, conspiratorial again. "I like that about the letter your Marius wrote. I know that James' father wrote--not a letter exactly but a poem, a long poem, when he was an English prisoner. And it was about seeing a young woman in the gardens, seeing her from his prison window, and falling in love with her, just looking at her walking in the garden with her little dog, because he was young and so alone in that English castle. And--and do you know what, she ended up being his wife! At least that's what I have been told." She hasn't read the poem. "So maybe I was being silly, saying that men don't learn how to...think about the same things we do. Maybe it's just the talking." A little sigh. "Your Marius sounds so nice. I hope you get your little house, just for you. And--maybe for some children?"
Just then a bell sounds, a chapel bell, and Mary bounces up to her feet. "There! Now let me talk a minute to one of the servants, and I think we might be able to look at more of the castle. Just you sit here very quietly, and I'll knock three times on the door so you know it's me coming back." (She's proud of that thought--a secret knock!"
It doesn't take long to find Meg and tell her that Mary would like to stay here quietly with her headache and not go to prayers just today. It takes a little longer to shake off the impression of the considering look Meg had given her, and the questions--did she feel sick to her stomach at all? When she woke up? Was she tired? But she shakes it out of her mind by the time she sneaks back up to the store-room. "There, give them two more minutes, Cosette, and we can step out of here."