he who hesitates is toast

Her sharp gaze arrows in on him at that flicker of expression, those words. Once he gets up and moves to the chair, he's too far out of reach for her to grab his ear, more's the pity, but she isn't yet so infirm that she could allow that cowardly attempt at a conversation shift to stand. "And what is that supposed to mean?" she demands.

Yes, certainly she agrees. Her darling niece deserves only the best; but she clearly recalls Sharon putting down her foot about that including the man now in front of her. "I did give her your letter, you know."