Benedict is taken aback, out of his depth and worried she's going to run him through. But she (begrudgingly) escorts him out, and while some of the men in the tavern jeer at him, the woman seems to keep them at bay. Benedict thinks that Eloise would love her.
The next couple of days pass. There are other parties, and Benedict makes it a point to attend them, only to be disappointed to not see Silver there. He sees his female friend - not the one who'd shown him out of the tavern, but the other, and he thinks he sees her speaking to his mother on one occasion. He thinks, too, about going back to the tavern. Were Benedict bolder, he'd do it.
But he's not. So he resigns himself to the reality that he will never cross paths with Silver again, and maybe that's for the best.
Tonight there's no party. Instead, there's to be something of a dinner party, his mother positively excited over their guests. (She mentions, too, that it's glad that Benedict's apparent reaction to something has cleared up - though he wasn't about to tell her it was his face being rubbed by stubble and whiskers.) The marks still mottle his neck, though, and he can't help but feel some pride over them as he hides them away. It's not until he hears the arrival of their guests that he makes his way down the stairs, only to stop at the top of them and stare in disbelief.
Of all the people for his mother to invite for dinner, she has to invite Max and Silver.
He composes himself quickly and introduces himself properly to Max before offering a quick, "A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Silver." At his mother's behest, Benedict shows them into the parlor as supper isn't quite ready yet and to keep Gregory and Hyacinth from overwhelming their guests before they've even had a chance to relax.
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The next couple of days pass. There are other parties, and Benedict makes it a point to attend them, only to be disappointed to not see Silver there. He sees his female friend - not the one who'd shown him out of the tavern, but the other, and he thinks he sees her speaking to his mother on one occasion. He thinks, too, about going back to the tavern. Were Benedict bolder, he'd do it.
But he's not. So he resigns himself to the reality that he will never cross paths with Silver again, and maybe that's for the best.
Tonight there's no party. Instead, there's to be something of a dinner party, his mother positively excited over their guests. (She mentions, too, that it's glad that Benedict's apparent reaction to something has cleared up - though he wasn't about to tell her it was his face being rubbed by stubble and whiskers.) The marks still mottle his neck, though, and he can't help but feel some pride over them as he hides them away. It's not until he hears the arrival of their guests that he makes his way down the stairs, only to stop at the top of them and stare in disbelief.
Of all the people for his mother to invite for dinner, she has to invite Max and Silver.
He composes himself quickly and introduces himself properly to Max before offering a quick, "A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Silver." At his mother's behest, Benedict shows them into the parlor as supper isn't quite ready yet and to keep Gregory and Hyacinth from overwhelming their guests before they've even had a chance to relax.