Beside Edgard, Bastien's eyebrows tick up a little higher with each new addition to the tug-o-war over this identity. He glances at Edgard—a little amusement, mostly solidarity in the face of this absurdity—before looking back at them.
"Mademoiselles," he says, "we were well aware the Madame Cordier has passed on. There is no need to fight."
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"Mademoiselles," he says, "we were well aware the Madame Cordier has passed on. There is no need to fight."
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"I do not think it is your place to say who the Madame Courdier is." She sniffs and raises herself higher.
The woman in servant's clothes gives Janae a warning glare.
"Monsieur, you must excuse my sister, she has a temper. We are all Cordiers, I am Marta. You are here on business, I assume?"
Anne-Marie stage whispers to the frail woman, "Of course, she just takes over." She rolls her eyes.
Edgard slurps his tea loudly.