Re: Chapter 8: A house and a mystery
Penny clamped her mouth in embarrassment, having turned a bit pinkish. 'Yes, quite.' she agreed, without really saying anything. 'You should have seen the mess she made of your dream-world. A gunfight in the street of little Durisdeer!' she described with mock dismay, a little joke to cover her feelings.
She began to walk with him back toward the Indian camp, however slowly. 'The, um, kiss, back then, was her idea, I should note.' she clarified hesitantly, trying to find her own discreet way of admitting her feelings, though she trembled so. 'Now I understand why she thought it would work. Certainly, it worked to upset the figment of Coira for some reason...' She gave a delicate little laugh. 'Hmm, I must say, I have never been called a whore before, even when I pretended to be one on the Ripper case. The working girls told me I made a very unconvincing prostitute...'
'Regardless of what Miss Conner says, I am not averse to being courted by a gentleman, nor wholly unaccustomed.' She glanced surreptitiously toward Ian. 'But it's quite impossible. I never had a mother to present me as a débutante. Why, Kate would need to introduce us!' she laughed, joining Ian in downplaying the matter as a jest. Yet the formality, the etiquette of Victorian courtship gave Penny a vital sense of control over the affair. Rules and arrangements she could work with. 'In any case, I'm afraid I am already been courted by Prince Belial.' She grimaced then sighed, exasperated and frustrated. And, as a twenty-seven-year-old spinster, she had a few frustrations. Oh, how she wished she was back in London with her favourite Harley Street doctor. San Jose had had no one who could treat her particular hysteria.
OOC: Do we still have anything to do here? We found the Ring of Solomon. Was there anything else we need to do before we return to HQ and get Emma to activate it? Can she do that here in the west?
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