The commonplace book and fountain pen that Edgeworth extracts from his pocket supports his initial perception of a cerebral man. He glances over the revised list, mapping in his head their route as best he can with his incomplete knowledge of the city. The red light district in particular is terra incognita for him, but if his expression shifts upon realizing where their route would lead them, it is not judgment that crosses his features but rather the touch of pity. In Paris, such is not a line of work a woman chooses, but rather one that befalls her as does the shadow of misfortune.
"Very well," he assents in regard to the plan. And in answer to the question, he adds, "I arrived only a few weeks ago."
no worries!
"Very well," he assents in regard to the plan. And in answer to the question, he adds, "I arrived only a few weeks ago."