"It interests me very much," she tells him, expression solemn as his mention of a world turned upside down brings to mind her return from the Locker.
He's given her much to think about, but it's more than that. It's more than information or peace of mind, or even the time to retrieve her things.
Gaze wandering, Elizabeth takes in the wood paneling and comfortable furnishings in the warm, classic colors and patterns her father had preferred. There's the chair where she would sometimes read while her father conducted his correspondence, and there's the freestanding globe he'd often used to illustrate his stories or their discussions of current events. Mounted on the wall is her grandfather's sword, not far from a modest portrait of her mother's profile. All around are the books and maps her father had collected in his lifetime.
Merriman Lyon has given her much to think about, yes, but he's also offered her the chance to say goodbye.
"I will," Elizabeth answers at last. "If you'll allow me to direct my men" -and there's a faint smile at the plural- "to the kitchen?"
Without waiting for an answer, she starts out the garden door, but hesitates long enough to add: "You've been kind to me, Commodore, when you needn't have been. Thank you."
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He's given her much to think about, but it's more than that. It's more than information or peace of mind, or even the time to retrieve her things.
Gaze wandering, Elizabeth takes in the wood paneling and comfortable furnishings in the warm, classic colors and patterns her father had preferred. There's the chair where she would sometimes read while her father conducted his correspondence, and there's the freestanding globe he'd often used to illustrate his stories or their discussions of current events. Mounted on the wall is her grandfather's sword, not far from a modest portrait of her mother's profile. All around are the books and maps her father had collected in his lifetime.
Merriman Lyon has given her much to think about, yes, but he's also offered her the chance to say goodbye.
"I will," Elizabeth answers at last. "If you'll allow me to direct my men" -and there's a faint smile at the plural- "to the kitchen?"
Without waiting for an answer, she starts out the garden door, but hesitates long enough to add: "You've been kind to me, Commodore, when you needn't have been. Thank you."