The Archbishop's expression looked flat, as if he were merely going through the motions.
Georgiana quickly understood. This was probably "helping." It happened often enough: when there was only one place available, poor students were pushed aside by wealthy families. Though the soldier whose name she did not even know had paid with his life, he was less useful than Layla's living father.
Besides, if the girl called Layla truly proved unsuitable, they could send her to the "girls' school," though that so-called girls' school was still nothing more than an idea.
The two of them played off each other and nearly talked her in circles. Someone probably still preferred Napoleon to bring Josephine out. Not only was she his legally recognized wife, she was also much better at receiving guests.
She had not been idle either. If she had stayed at headquarters, she would never have learned about the university's situation. Of course, if she had not gone out, she would not have caused trouble or delayed so many people's journey.
In any case, they wanted to hear that it was all her fault, and that she admitted it herself.
She suddenly understood what Severus had meant: everything Albus did was right, and if you did not listen to him, then you were the one at fault.
It was hard for her to explain to someone like Chaptal, who could not do speculative business, that the Dutch tulip mania, Britain's South Sea Bubble, France's Mississippi Bubble, and the British railway speculation that would come with the railway age all shared one trait: speculators believed they had seized an opportunity and could reap enormous profits.
There was no business in the world that guaranteed profit without loss. Before Japan's housing bubble burst, many people had believed that property prices would