Then what is it about me that is so objectionable? [There's a harsh way about him, he knows, one he tries to temper when he's in decent company. Sometimes there's a coldness his sister often points out to him when he's engrossed in matters of business. There are a great many things the matter with him, Thornton knows, but surely nothing that cannot be overlooked or corrected in some way?]
I know I'm not always - [Forgiving. Warm. Patient. Thornton shakes his head, releasing the breath he's been holding, colour high on his cheeks. She's not the person he should be asking.] Never mind. It's an unfair question and you've no need to answer it. [He already knows what he is.]
Because offers of marriage aren't often rejected unless the man in question is in some way... unsuitable. [Lacking. For all he tries to improve himself, to better his circumstances among his peers, Thornton always seems to come up short. In every way, he is always inadequate.]
[Thornton tries to stand straighter, to draw himself up to his full, formidable height but finds his chin still dipping down towards his chest, colour rising on the back of his neck.] I knew she would not have me but I thought - [He closes his mouth sharply, shaking his head.] What does it matter what I thought? I was wrong.
Men from the North are not generally known for their refined manners and sophistication. However, 'repulsive' seems too strong a word in this case. You have been nothing but courteous.
[Perhaps he took it the wrong way when she exclaimed 'you are not my master!' But then again, Jeannie can get quite huffy when she's in a mood. Which she does seem to be a bit tetchy right now, arms crossed.]
You do look as if you had not smiled in a month or two.
You may be my favourite person ever.
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Hee! Oh, stop it, you! /flush
I know I'm not always - [Forgiving. Warm. Patient. Thornton shakes his head, releasing the breath he's been holding, colour high on his cheeks. She's not the person he should be asking.] Never mind. It's an unfair question and you've no need to answer it. [He already knows what he is.]
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[Thornton tries to stand straighter, to draw himself up to his full, formidable height but finds his chin still dipping down towards his chest, colour rising on the back of his neck.] I knew she would not have me but I thought - [He closes his mouth sharply, shaking his head.] What does it matter what I thought? I was wrong.
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You thought?
Seriously! I love this show.
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You do look as if you had not smiled in a month or two.