Where she had not find Paris as wholly unwelcoming as it might otherwise have been, Constance had been made aware time and time again that the city was unlike any other place she had seen before. Not that she had seen many places before, really, but that she had learned quickly enough that there was a certain extra layer of order (and disorder) in the city in all her uniqueness.
All of which came to a total that saw that she was something at a loss of what to say when spoken to so evenly on matters of her husband's business, nevermind herself. She knew how Monsieur Bonacieux preferred to do all the talking himself, and would have had a lengthy and detailed speech about his business, his reputation, and most importantly of himself. She could not fault him for such, she supposed, being well aware that they all lived and died by the reputations they earned (or were given to them).
Constance held back from pointing out that she was very much aware of the company to which he belonged, as, for all that it was no more than a few years old (little older than her marriage, coincidentally), one could not live in Paris and not recognize the blue cloak and the pauldron with its fleur-de-lis impression. "It is good to meet you, Athos." 'Pleasure' would have been a bit heavy-handed, but it felt as if she had needed an answer of more than a nod in reply.
"If you'll give me a few minutes..." she trailed off, gesturing with a hand vaguely toward the storerooms and the tasks she would have to finish before she could head out on the combined mission of her errands and guiding him.
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Date: 2015-05-30 09:10 am (UTC)All of which came to a total that saw that she was something at a loss of what to say when spoken to so evenly on matters of her husband's business, nevermind herself. She knew how Monsieur Bonacieux preferred to do all the talking himself, and would have had a lengthy and detailed speech about his business, his reputation, and most importantly of himself. She could not fault him for such, she supposed, being well aware that they all lived and died by the reputations they earned (or were given to them).
Constance held back from pointing out that she was very much aware of the company to which he belonged, as, for all that it was no more than a few years old (little older than her marriage, coincidentally), one could not live in Paris and not recognize the blue cloak and the pauldron with its fleur-de-lis impression. "It is good to meet you, Athos." 'Pleasure' would have been a bit heavy-handed, but it felt as if she had needed an answer of more than a nod in reply.
"If you'll give me a few minutes..." she trailed off, gesturing with a hand vaguely toward the storerooms and the tasks she would have to finish before she could head out on the combined mission of her errands and guiding him.