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[_ladydisdain_]

*pacing back and forth and back and forth in barely-contained agitation* *is in love, and more pale than glowing, really*

'Tis a strange, strange day. For the heart to betray the tongue so--

*stops, and flops rather heavily into a convenient chair, alternately panicking and fuming*

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[fair_hero]

Sweet cousin?

[_ladydisdain_]

'Tis nothing, cousin, only the impossible.

[fair_hero]

That cannot be naught--!

[_ladydisdain_]

It is not. Rather, I wish 'twere so.

[fair_hero]

But wilt thou not tell me what troubleth thee?

[_ladydisdain_]

Ay, I will. Thou must not think my former words on the matter not spoken in earnest, cousin. They were truth when I spoke them, and indeed, I have as much belief in them as e'er I did. And yet, I find-- 'tis a queer sensation-- that in the presence of one man, my heart makes me forsworn, and I love.

[fair_hero]

O, but I--I rejoice with thee! Every maid should a good husband find, and if thou wilt be happy--I am happy, too, if thou art.

[_ladydisdain_]

Yet I have said nothing of husbands-- still I think it great foolishness to take one!

[fair_hero]

*blushes at once* If thou lovest, thou shouldst marry.

[_ladydisdain_]

Thou mistak'st my meaning, cousin. I do not mean to act as wife without taking vows--! I mean only that I had rather love left me be, though it seems not like to do so.

[fair_hero]

But 'tis such a sweet state! *gives Beatrice a look in which her eyes clearly show she shares this state*

[_ladydisdain_]

. . . Dost find it so, cousin? *curiosity, whee!*

[fair_hero]

Why, I-- *looks down, with a slight blush* I--ay, ay, I--dost not thou, now thou art come to't? I--

[_ladydisdain_]

Not sweet, though not all bitterness. But from whence comes this sweetness to thee? *will definitely be prodding until she finds out*

[fair_hero]

I know not. I--is it not a blessing of God, such grace?

[_ladydisdain_]

*wry smile* I had rather ask for the blessing of being spared the blessing.