"Partly," Amandine said simply, walking towards the chair and seating herself delicately. Even now she did not fall into the habit of throwing herself into chairs like the other servant girls even when exhausted. "But I also realised I must do what is necessary to survive. This seems a step in the right direction despite my husband's disapproval. His pride runs deeper than I thought."
The woman seemed kind enough, but without a name it was hard to feel a bond beginning to grow with her. "I am sure he will come round."