The count had told Cotlin that he was busy with his affairs. Yet, he spoke for an awfully long hour as he described how he wanted the marriage, who he wanted to invite and how much betrothal gifts should be there.
Every time he opened his mouth, Cotlin had a keen desire to punch him and break those teeth of his. He was eating well with them, was he not? The way his hands found another snack after eating one, was getting on Cotlin's nerves. He was getting darker every moment.
But Philip ignored it. He only believed that he looked so distraught because of the bills. Bills of this expensive marriage. But then he should have prepared himself from the start. If he had expected that Downshire would marry their daughter poorly, then he was a fool in the first place.
Anyway, this would be enough to teach him a lesson for now. So when Cotlin looked like he would jump off the cliff to ignore this meeting. With a smile, Philip stopped speaking.
