Marguerite tried to resist the urge to imagine her own husband, had he lived, struggling through life here. A woman of her nature, on her own, was in a better position to elevate her status. Arching an eyebrow, she considered Amandine's looks.
"If you cannot convince him to join you, then it is his burden to bear, not yours," she retorted coldly. "I'd like to give you a chance. You've worked as chamber maid before and what else?" What else could she do, how trustworthy was she.