I don’t know.
↳ Of course you do, you ridiculous girl. Cast your mind back to the night of April the thirteenth.
The night of the cotillion?
↳ You’re not well-dressed enough to play that stupid with me, child. The evening after.
I did nothing that day.
↳ You did plenty.
The visit to the chateau with Messrs. Grosgrange and Sternbrow?
↳ The very same.
They were merely being polite!
↳ I was not questioning their behavior. I was questioning yours.
But the châtelaine apologized!
↳ If you cannot realize, even at this late moment, that she was apologizing on your behalf, I fear that there may be no hope for you.
But the girl was unharmed!
↳ Something far more important than that girl was damaged that day. Your reputation in good society.
It still doesn’t explain why Lady Marchmonster cut me as I attempted to join the cribbage game before dinner.
↳ That day was not your only error.
But her husband and my father were always the greatest of friends!
Father has dined with Lord Mm at his club on numerous occasions!
↳ At his club, certainly, like any common business acquaintance. But when was he ever invited into the Marchmonster home? When were you ever introduced to the family, as a young lady worthy of their notice?
This is ridiculous. Who can remember such arcane and unspoken rules?
↳ It is precisely your lack of respect for the way things are done that prevent you from being accepted as a member of society.
I am received by numerous famili–
↳ I said nothing of FAMILIES, you impudent slattern. I spoke of society. Until you can learn the difference, you had better stay at home.
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.