Lady Fitzgerald laughed. "I do not rejoice in destruction; I only applauded your skills and talents." Then she raised her cup to her lips and, after a sip, returned it to the table.
"I'd say you applaud far greater than is necessary." Lady Farrington said, bringing her cup again to her lips. "Do you seek appraisal for your applause?"
"I most certainly do not!"
Brand's mouth tightened, his instincts intrigued. "You think my skills do not deserve that much applause?" He asked.
Lady Farrington quickly sat up. "Of course not. I was simply reminding Lady Fitzgerald to take control of her emotions."
He saw no wrong in Lady Fitzgerald's emotions. It was honest at the least. "Men hail each other when we shoot."
"Shooting is a sport amongst men, Your Highness." Lady Farrington continued. "As is politics and governance. Women tend to the household and bear children. It is as much as they should do."