Thomasine could have happily killed Osmond in that moment, but instead indicated to the servants that supper had concluded. "Shall we adjourn to the library?" she managed.
Her husband rose from his chair and assisted her as was his usual custom, ignorant to the tenseness which rolled over the room like a thick fog. She truly did love him.
Prince donned ingrained and impeccable manners by bowing and offering an arm to Lady Roche. "Madame, shall we?" he prompted, leaving an angry Pricilla to follow.
There was no need to remind him of maintaining a blank façade, she thought proudly, following the parade from the dining chamber.