Arianthe watched his facial expressions carefully then smiled as he made his apologies and walked away. She could not understand his hostility on reading the poem, unless the meaning of it had embarrassed him. She had seen perfectly well through the guise of a pleasant smile and was well aware of the hostility in his voice. Watching him go with a cynical smile, she turned away, sitting back down by the fountain. So what if the subject matter embarrassed him? He should not have suggested what he had. Maybe he was ashamed that he had done so and he had apologised, but still... was it really that bad? Maybe he objected to being called a libertine. Ah well, she would not waste any more of her time thinking about him. She looked around at those around her, her chin resting in a most un-ladylike way on her knee (in a way that would have scandalised her oh-so-proper mother) |