"… There is also more to it. The Blenntmort family, which is us, owe the Geoffreys a large recompense after the eternal shame your cousin, Richard, almost succeeded in plunging us deep into," his mother had said.
By the time Rochester figured out what she'd meant by her talk, Eloise was already up on her feet. This time she wasn't perambulating the wooden floors of his study like before, instead, she'd hurriedly picked her heels up to the window. Possibly, the outside shimmers would help her readjust her thinking pattern, Rochester hoped.
