"Gerald, Gerald?"
He blinked, noticing Theodora shaking his shoulder lightly.
"What?"
"What are you thinking? I was calling you for the last two minutes." She asked, concerned.
Gerald shook his head with a smile. "Nothing. What were you saying?"
"I was telling you how I hate Mr Collins. He thinks I am a fool. He never explains things to me correctly and gets angry at nuisance mistakes. I am thinking of complaining him to father. What do you say?" She asked for his opinion.
Gerald pitied how her family tolerated her.
"Your father would stop your lessons with him then."
"So?"
"So have you thought about another way of stepping out of the gates of your mansion?"
Theodora gave it a thought, but she couldn't come up with anything particular. "I don't know but I will see something."
