Felix nodded, understanding what Henry was saying. Still, having seen the light die in Ella's eyes at a misspoken word, he feared for her. And though he'd never say it to his friend, it was possible a good deal of the insults might go right over Opal's head due to her limited experience. That would be a blessing, but he'd never suggest that the girl was stupid. She probably wasn't if she was so excited to learn. But she was inexperienced, and that could be a buffer for her. Ella, if she had been gentry, wouldn't have a cushion of ignorance. And truthfully, Felix knew his unexpected bride was very bright.
“I think,” he said slowly, still considering the situation, “that all we can do is what we have been: try to teach them, try to prepare them. Help them.” He echoed Henry's sigh. “They are, both of them, in better situations, I think. But I still worry that I didn't help Ella as much as she thinks I have. I don't feel like I deserve her gratitude.”
One shoulder shrugged and he looked away for a moment. “I don't suppose we can secure them in our own kingdoms forever. They will have to be seen at some point.” Glancing back at Henry, he asked, “Do you suppose we can arrange it so that we only go to the same functions for the next few years? That way I can help keep an eye on your wife, and you can help keep an eye on mine, and maybe we can keep the worst of the comments from their ears until they're more... sure of themselves.”