Chapter Twenty-Three
“I… what?” Mr. Crome stopped and stared at her.
“You heard me. Get out. You are not only not a genius, Mr. Crome, you are incredibly stupid. Much more so than Mr. Fitzwalter who, I’ll have you know, is quite intelligent. He may not have a scientific mind, but he’s got an excellent one. He can see things and understand human behavior a great deal better than you,” Cassie said, slowly advancing on the man. “For example, only a blinding i***t would tell a woman he was only asking her to marry him for her dowry. Many of us are aware of this sad truth, but I can tell you we do not like being reminded that our best quality comes from our father’s purse.”
As she moved forward, he had the wherewithal to retreat. He was nearly to the door when she stopped speaking.
“Well, I
