Comments on 'Mirth'I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just lay huddled under the covers, willing the earth to open up and swallow me. My cheeks were blazing hot, and not just because of my fever. I wanted, truly, to die, and be relieved of this misery.
But then I heard something that quite washed away my embarrassment, something that was enough to make me resurface again.
Lord Windham was _laughing_ at me. If there was one thing I could not tolerate, it being laughed at.
I pushed the covers off again (though keeping them modestly tucked under my chin) and chided him, "How dare you laugh at me! First you have the nerve to - to _break_ into my house -"
"Actually, miss, I did open the door -" Candace tried to interject, but I went on as if I didn't heed her.
"-And then you have the unsufferable _gall_ to come into my bedroom and _laugh_ at me whilst I lay in my sick bed? For shame, Lord Windham!"
This was enough to still his torrent of laughter, though I could still see the mirth reflected in his eyes.2008-05-07T00:06:09Zhttp://ficlets.com/feed/story/29515Comment on Mirth<p>Haha, yes, I ditto both the above… Off to read the sequel…<br />LoA</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29515?basename=607082008-05-07T00:06:09ZDreamerhttp://ficlets.com/authors/dreamerComment on Mirth<p>Great line about her cheeks being flushed and not just with fever. I’d like to see Lord Windham talk his way out of this offense. And I’m assuming he will. So I will read on.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29515?basename=606272008-05-06T19:18:29ZTHX 0477http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477Comment on Mirth<p>I love that even her tirades are calculated by modesty (the sheet tucked modestly under her chin).</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29515?basename=606242008-05-06T18:35:35Zthebetweenspacehttp://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace