Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Jan 7, 2015 16:33:55 GMT -5
Frollo smiled at Tremaine as she applauded the work that he did as a leader of Paris. "It is a thankless job, I assure you," he told her. "Much of the city thinks me cold and cruel, yet I only do what is best for the virtue of the citizens. There are certain people out there that dabble in vice and sin, a trait that I have worked hard to extinguish in our city walls."
When he learned that the funeral was for Tremaine's late husband, the judge nodded his head in reverence. So this was why the lady of the house was all alone? He noticed with curiosity how coolly she answered his question, wasting no time in slicing her meat in to perfect squares. Interesting, he thought, wondering if his hypothesis was true, yet knew better than to voice it.
"My deepest condolences to all of you," he told his host. "I will do what I can to make this remembrance a bearable one. Your daughters are gracious to stay with you through the hard times."
The judge noticed with a sneer that the girls did not show the decorum needed for a grieving family, arguing with their mother about the attendance of the servant girl to the event. When they claimed the girl would embarrass them, Frollo chuckled into his napkin. You are doing a fine job of THAT on your own.
"I believe your mother is showing excellent character by allowing the staff to attend the memorial," he put in, hoping that the words of a man would silence the girls' endless chatter. "Those that served him in his final hours must also have some hidden pain to shed."
As the servant girl hurried out of the room, Frollo returned to his drink. He raised a curious eyebrow when Tremaine amended her earlier statement with an "if". He saw the answer this got from the girls and knew this had been the woman's plan all along.
When he learned that the funeral was for Tremaine's late husband, the judge nodded his head in reverence. So this was why the lady of the house was all alone? He noticed with curiosity how coolly she answered his question, wasting no time in slicing her meat in to perfect squares. Interesting, he thought, wondering if his hypothesis was true, yet knew better than to voice it.
"My deepest condolences to all of you," he told his host. "I will do what I can to make this remembrance a bearable one. Your daughters are gracious to stay with you through the hard times."
The judge noticed with a sneer that the girls did not show the decorum needed for a grieving family, arguing with their mother about the attendance of the servant girl to the event. When they claimed the girl would embarrass them, Frollo chuckled into his napkin. You are doing a fine job of THAT on your own.
"I believe your mother is showing excellent character by allowing the staff to attend the memorial," he put in, hoping that the words of a man would silence the girls' endless chatter. "Those that served him in his final hours must also have some hidden pain to shed."
As the servant girl hurried out of the room, Frollo returned to his drink. He raised a curious eyebrow when Tremaine amended her earlier statement with an "if". He saw the answer this got from the girls and knew this had been the woman's plan all along.