Eward looked at the disgustingly happy look on his brother's face and gave a scoff, shaking his head. "Do you have to rub your sordid little affair in my face?" he said. Lysander really hadn't done that but Eward needed someone to bicker with to vent on. "You are with the one you love - even if your secret escaped it would not damage your reputation. Amandine's only a servant - married, yes, but not the darling Rochester's daughter, engaged to a filthy politician with a reputation to damage."