“Well, I never meant them for ‘la jeune fille.’”
“You consider Vere—”
“Is she not?”
She felt he was condemning her secretly for her permission to Vere. What would he think if he knew her under-reason for giving it?
“You don’t wish Vere to read your books, then?”
“No. And I ventured to tell her so.”
Hermione felt hot.
“What did she say?”
“She said she would not read them.”
“Oh.”