[She listens, a sharp ear attuned for any objectionable detail hoping to rush by in the flood waters. When no such detail fails to materialize, she is left with a quandary—to let it lie, or to push the question which is yet bothering her.
She must do the former, Wysteria resolves. At this delicate stage where no papers are signed and there has only been the most verbal (give or take certain rakish liberties) of agreements, she should do nothing to upset the proverbial apple cart.
But.
Perhaps a slightly different question instead?]
And tell me, how is your dear Veronique? Not outgrown whatever place you have been keeping her in yet, I hope.
[What does fifteen perfect of a Hightown mansion calculate out to? She recalls once suggesting a large box, and the mortification over what that might looks like in practice lurks now at thr back of her mind.]
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She must do the former, Wysteria resolves. At this delicate stage where no papers are signed and there has only been the most verbal (give or take certain rakish liberties) of agreements, she should do nothing to upset the proverbial apple cart.
But.
Perhaps a slightly different question instead?]
And tell me, how is your dear Veronique? Not outgrown whatever place you have been keeping her in yet, I hope.
[What does fifteen perfect of a Hightown mansion calculate out to? She recalls once suggesting a large box, and the mortification over what that might looks like in practice lurks now at thr back of her mind.]