One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
Both of them were surprised by the edge to her voice.
She took a deep breath. “I ask you, please, to take your leave of us,” she said, in the sternest voice she could produce. “Consider our situation! You can scarcely think we pupils of Saint Etheldreda’s School would admit a man to the house when our headmistress is … out.”
He nodded, wide-eyed with remorse."
Ah, but there's definitely something to be said for the way Kitty's been on her toes throughout this entire ordeal. She's been genius with the excuses and plans, which is great, but I would totally wanna have balls-to-the-wall fun and be Mary Jane.