“I remember Sir Eldon reading us a letter about cities on the moon. It caused a great sensation at the time; they argued about it for months afterward.” Miss Muchelney’s head tilted, the briefest of flinches before she forced herself upright again. “My father loathed being joked about. But science always wounds the ones who love her.” Catherine bristled instantly. “Science does nothing of the kind,” she retorted. “Science merely exists. She can’t raise a hand to anyone. It’s people who do all the wounding.”
