In troth, the fair lady still blushed and hid her face in embarrassment, peeking at Emilia through her fingers. Though she did not render her entire countenance visible, it was clear how much Emilia's description of the exchange surprised her. "Indeed, Emilia… How could you possibly derive sport from such profane discourse? Harmless as the fool's intentions were, did he not abuse you? Slanderer indeed! He did imply, with rude gesture in accompaniment, that you had made your husband a...!"
She stopped mid-sentence, unable to speak the tasteless word. "...Th-that you had misused him," she finished meekly, reddening anew. "Did you not balk at that? 'Twas a most undeserved defamation! That you should partake in such crude banter...and for fun! I wonder at it." She sighed, and retrieving the beloved handkerchief, patted at her forehead and cheeks. "I blush for you, Emilia, seeing as you do not blush for yourself. Mercy…!"
