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“It can be difficult,” said Jacobi softly, “to realise that a fond memory has been remembered differently by other parties."
"Never mind serving lords or dukes; you should be one yourself," Alphonse declared, drawing his hands over his face. "Your noble spirit is far too great to be confined to a life of this drudgery, and you can't tell me otherwise." "You're veering into melodrama, sir. I'll fetch you a tea."
Alphonse finally exhausted himself of arguments and theories. He was to be married, and there was no telling what that marriage would be like until he was in it. It seemed an unreasonable way to live, but there was no more to be done.
"Is it the trousers throwing you off?" "Somewhat," he confessed. "But you did say you wanted to be treated as one of the lads, so I shouldn't be too surprised. You make an awfully good-looking chap, is all. Rather caught me off guard." Reaching over, she gave him a firm pat on the knee. "Don't fret, Alphonse. You're not attracted to me. It's just the suit." "Oh, thank god. I was worried I was going to make things terribly awkward."
"Chin up, Hollyhock. I'm sure things will turn out alright in the end." "And if they don't?" he asked despairingly. "Then it's not yet the end," she replied, like it was as simple as that.
