Without Knowledge
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- Posted: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 04:20:30 +0000
- “That, mademoiselle, is precisely what your mother and I were discussing before your arrival.”
The claim earned the perk of a thin black eyebrow, true, attentive question flashing in Marguerite’s eye for the first time in that conversation without any clear indication to interrupt or pounce with instant reply. No, once her curiosity was pointed once more to the meat of the discussion she had walked in on moments ago it stuck. The cascade of apologies and allowances earned little more consideration from the daughter than it did the mother, but there was certainly knowledge to be combed from what M. Khan had to say. The desperation and short notice involved was something in and of itself, but the implication of authorities involved… Where that detail had hit Madame Giry with clear concern and sobriety, however much it did not shake her resolve to see this through, it struck Marguerite with a clear, breathtaking wonder that bordered on sheer excitement, silent and still as she remained. It was all in the wonder in her eyes, the idea of this not being an issue of inconvenience or secrets with no details shared, but something clandestine, of real stakes, real motivation behind seeing through whatever they intended to do with this… Unconscious ghost.
A ‘ghost’ apparently quite ill, although when the girl followed Nadir’s gaze to his sleeping form hesitation marked her face for not knowing how ill. His clearly naturally strange appearance belied any proof of whether this was some inconvenient but passing ailment or that he was a breath from death’s door. All of the rumors she had heard of him, all that was last known offered no insight into what had happened to him after the disappearance from the stage… Even if his presence there, alone, hinted that the claims that Christine had run off with the missing Vicomte were based in fact, for certainly she did not seem to be in the picture there, among them. Just one of numerous questions she had for the men, but even as she strove to put all of them in order in her head to best phrase one of them aloud, the curious Persian proved himself stuck in the same mode of sensibility as her mother, focusing on what they had already decided was to be done and how to go about it, offering assistance however possible. A point that struck even Marguerite as a great relief, even among the distractions plaguing her, and washed at least one layer of strain from her face where her mother acted as though his offer to provide extra hands and resources was appreciated, but unnecessary, nodding her quick, silent thanks before speaking.
“That is appreciated, though do not feel any rush to take him elsewhere, unless it proves necessary or something truly better is arranged. I will not have harm caused simply to be rid of some nonexistent inconvenience.” The claim drew a wry glance from her daughter she chose to ignore, shaking her head instead to Nadir’s offer of help. “There is little to arrange.” And it was true enough… Despite her prim household, Antoinette could not abide the idea of chancing sleeping on the floor in any capacity, and the only other furniture even viable for sleep was the sofa in the main room… A point that would have been a grand problem if either Khan or his man planned to stay, but easy enough to arrange with only her and Meg. While she would have to strive to make the thing as comfortable as possible without making it look indecent to any visitors, she herself had little schedule to abide to around her side work, and could easily rest when her daughter was away at work during the day, freeing the furniture for the girl during the night for as long as was necessary… Assuming nothing else was arranged within the week. “If you wish, though, you can sit here while I prepare some tea, and set up anything else Monsieur… Erik, might need should he wake.”
“I can stay with him” immediately fell from the girl’s lips, her apparent daze as she looked once more to the sleeping masked man breaking in a disturbingly quick instant to look to her mother, only to just as quickly turn to Nadir Khan when she saw nothing that boded well in Antoinette’s startled glance, granting the Persian a warm, well-meaning smile that would have looked quite sweet if suspicion for it hadn’t instantly clouded her mother’s face. For she had clearly looked to him in place of Madame Giry because she hoped for a better answer… Aiming her glance calmly at him even as she was inwardly reeling from all that had happened, from the surprising visit to a drop of a name just a second before she cut in. For none of it could stifle the opportunity that had popped up right under her nose. “I do not need to be awake early tomorrow, so it’s no trouble to sit up with him a little while, if you need to go.”
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Antoinette · Marguerite