of manners took Miranda by surprise. She had expected him to argue, or deny her statement—or perhaps simply ignore it. She was unprepared for him to agree with her. It left her, she found, with little to say.
He smiled at her expression. “You see, at least I am honest. You can give me credit for that.”
“That counts for something, I suppose…. A very small something.”
“At least I have something to build on, then. Perhaps I can make up for my lack of manners the other day.”
“I am not sure if that is possible. One would always know, you see, that your polished manners were merely a facade, and behind them lay the same fellow who behaved so badly.”
“No excuse will do, then? No apology suffice? Is there to be no allowance for improving oneself?”
“Improving oneself is a good thing, as long as it is real.”
“You obviously doubt my ability to do so…or my veracity.”
“I do not really know you well enough to say, Lord Ravenscar. The situations in which I have seen you…”
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