Cosette clasps her hands at this story of James' father: "Oh, how lovely! What a beautiful story."
And doubtless they were happy together all their days, or still are! James' father is still alive, but it sounds like his mother isn't? Which is very sad, but, well, it's certainly something that happens to plenty of people. At least they had a lovely romance like that, and sweet memories.
But oh! The bell is ringing, and Mary is jumping up, right before Cosette can answer the question about children. (The answer is: yes certainly, if God wills it and blesses them; she wants to have children, and she's always assumed that she will, and now that she's married it's certainly an assumption. But it hasn't happened just yet, so this is a lovely future dream to contemplate.)
She tucks her funny medieval(!!) skirts around herself and waits very quietly, like a mouse or like a schoolgirl hiding from the nuns, fighting an urge to giggle. It's not long at all that Mary's gone, but long enough for Cosette to turn her attention to studying the room and everything in it. It's just a storeroom, of course, but in a castle, in another century, and without Mary to chatter with she can stare as long as she likes at every little detail without embarrassment.
When Mary knocks three times -- their secret knock, there, it's her! -- she beams.
"How thrilling! This is the very best adventure, Mary, thank you so much for inviting me."
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Date: 2017-03-08 05:49 am (UTC)And doubtless they were happy together all their days, or still are! James' father is still alive, but it sounds like his mother isn't? Which is very sad, but, well, it's certainly something that happens to plenty of people. At least they had a lovely romance like that, and sweet memories.
But oh! The bell is ringing, and Mary is jumping up, right before Cosette can answer the question about children. (The answer is: yes certainly, if God wills it and blesses them; she wants to have children, and she's always assumed that she will, and now that she's married it's certainly an assumption. But it hasn't happened just yet, so this is a lovely future dream to contemplate.)
She tucks her funny medieval(!!) skirts around herself and waits very quietly, like a mouse or like a schoolgirl hiding from the nuns, fighting an urge to giggle. It's not long at all that Mary's gone, but long enough for Cosette to turn her attention to studying the room and everything in it. It's just a storeroom, of course, but in a castle, in another century, and without Mary to chatter with she can stare as long as she likes at every little detail without embarrassment.
When Mary knocks three times -- their secret knock, there, it's her! -- she beams.
"How thrilling! This is the very best adventure, Mary, thank you so much for inviting me."