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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a partner.

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In Kurain Manor, a modest but well tended to house in the rural country of Hertfordshire, resided the Fey family; a household of little fortune, but a wealth of beauty, for the daughters were rumoured to be the handsomest girls in all the land. There was also an adopted son, but he was rumoured to be very plain - though it was also a well-known fact that he’d received his attorney’s badge a few months ago. The whole family was assembled together in the drawing room when a particularly excited Morgan Fey came flouncing into the room with particularly exciting news for her family.

”Girls,” she said to her four daughters, ignoring Phoenix, “I have just heard the most wonderful news. Netherfield Park has been let at last!”

"By who?" Asked Pearl, who was only nine and hadn't learned to avoid questioning her mother on such matters yet.

"The Von Karmas, my dear Pearl. They're arriving from Germany tomorrow, and will be attending the ball next week!"

Pearl was the only one who seemed very interested in her mother’s news; Mia and Iris, who had been reading respectively on the couch together, had nothing to say, and Maya, who was playing cards with Phoenix, did not even look up from her game. Morgan, irritated at being ignored, turned to her adopted son. “I’m sure you know the Von Karmas,” she said to Phoenix with a slight incline of the head. “They’re a family of gifted prosecutors. Mr. Payne told me any lawyer worth their salt would have heard of them.”

”I haven’t,” said Phoenix.

“Oh! Well. I suppose you did just graduate law school.”

Morgan was usually less than civil to Phoenix; while he was technically her adopted son, she didn’t consider him to be one of her children. She allowed him to live at Kurain Manor conditionally, as he had been studying law, which promised to eventually become a wealthy profession, and she cherished a hope that Phoenix would one day become the family’s patron.

Morgan Fey was equal parts greedy, jealous, cunning, and ridiculous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married and secure the Fey family name; she cared very little about anything else. 

“Why should Nick care about some stuffy family from Germany?” Asked Maya, picking the second to last card in Phoenix’s hand and laying down two sevens. “I don’t.”

”I’d credit that to your general disinterest in the subject, Maya,” her mother replied coldly. “Mr. Von Karma’s an old bat, to be sure, but I’ve heard he’s got a young and handsome adopted son with six or seven thousand pounds a year. And single too. What a wonderful thing for our family! I’m certain one of my girls can find a husband out of him. After all, there isn’t a single woman on this side of the country as handsome as my daughters.”

Mia and Iris, who had been silent until that moment, looked at their mother with indignation. "Is that his aim in moving here?" Iris asked after a moment. "To marry?"

Her mother only laughed.

"I suppose I'm willing to meet him," said Mia. "If he's agreeable."

"That's the proper spirit, my dear. One of you is sure to win him with your charms. And Maya, well, I'm sure there will be plenty of fair young ladies for you to dance with as well."

"I hope so," said Maya, who was far beyond used to these little comments.

Morgan had given up all pretense of affection towards Maya after learning that she favored women; after all, there was surely no way to make a fortune by marrying a woman. Maya, to Morgan, was a lost cause. So she resolved to flatter and encourage her other three daughters in that regard that they might make up for the folly of her second youngest. 

While Morgan continued to talk with Mia and Iris about the numerous familial advantages to a union between the Von Karmas and the Feys, Maya leaned over and said quietly, “you’ll be coming with us to the ball, won’t you Nick?”

”Of course. I’m always up for a little dancing.”

“You won’t be going after Mr. Von Karma’s son yourself, then?”

Phoenix laughed. “If he’s truly as gifted a lawyer as your mother says, he’ll certainly be a dreadful thing to behold.”

At that very moment, Phoenix picked the last Queen from Maya's hand, resulting in a devastating loss for him and an onslaught of jeers and celebration from his companion. They all went away to get ready with orders from Morgan to look their very best, and it did not occur to Phoenix that he had never received the man in question's name.

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They had arrived at the ball a quarter of an hour early, but to Morgan's horror, it was discovered that there had been some matter or other at a courtroom nearby that had delayed the Von Karma's arrival. This was the second great misfortune of the evening, for earlier that day, Dahlia had fallen ill and was unable to attend the ball herself. Morgan had been gravely concerned at her daughter missing such an important debut. While she fussed and complained and fixed something or other of her daughter's appearances, Maya and Phoenix took great care in examining the hors d'oeuvres across the room, and discussing with conviction how much could reasonably be smuggled out between the two of them. There were many of his acquaintances, too, that he wanted to catch up with. Larry, who he hadn't seen since the trial a few weeks ago, was in great spirits.

"If every woman in this room doesn't end up in love with me by the end of the night, I have no judge of beauty," he announced confidently.

"Or women," Maya added, hiding a smile.

”What time is that stuffy prosecutor and his family arriving?”

"I don't know. They're certainly making us all wait."

"Are you going to dance with him, Nick?” Larry asked.

"With a prosecutor?" Phoenix grinned. "I'll pass. They're all humorless poppycocks in my limited experience."

"One of these days, Nick, one of them might catch your eye," Maya warned, "and then you'll have to watch your tongue."

Phoenix only laughed.

Half an hour passed in lively conversation. Phoenix had been once or twice around the room with his two friends, and was now deep in discussion with them both. But all three were ushered into silence as it suddenly became known that the Von Karma family had arrived at last, and the room parted down the middle to make way for their entrance.

Mr. Von Karma himself stood behind his two children. He was a tall, marked man with strong features. His general air and manner of walking were so pompous that they would have made him ridiculous if not for his intimidating glare and cruel smile. Miss Von Karma, who stood at his left side, could be his only rival in haughtiness. Her features, while extremely handsome, were contorted into an expression of disdain, and she held a leather whip in one of her hands, poised as if to attack at any time. They were led through the room by a tall, broad man in a green coat, who was showing them around the room But Phoenix could not look at any of them with the slightest interest. His gaze at that moment was fixed solely on the man standing at Mr. Von Karma's right side, the supposed "adopted son."

"Isn't that-?" Larry asked into Phoenix's ear.

"I believe it is."

Phoenix could do nothing but stare as Miles Edgeworth walked across the room. It was a face he had not seen in many years, at least not in person, but the features remained as they had been in his boyhood with perhaps sharper cheekbones and narrower eyes.

It's really him, Phoenix thought, swallowing. I can’t believe it. 

The ball was too densely packed for their eyes to meet, but as soon as the music had started up again, Morgan wasted no time in assembling her family and dragging them all to the front of the room to meet the Von Karmas. She addressed the man in the green coat, who introduced himself as Detective Gumshoe, and begged him for an audience with the Von Karmas. Detective Gumshoe was only too happy to oblige. “May I introduce Mr. Manfred Von Karma and Miss Franziska Von Karma of Netherfield.”

”A pleasure,” said Morgan was a formal courtesy. 

Mr. Von Karma did not seem very happy to be introduced; nor did his daughter, who offered them all only a slight incline of the head and said not a word. After a few seconds of silence, Maya, who was not in the habit of holding her tongue, said, “why do you carry a whip, Miss Von Karma.”

"I'm sorry," said Morgan. "My daughter can be very rude sometimes. Please feel free to ignore her."

Miss Von Karma looked at Maya carefully. "Miss Fey, I-"

"Miss Maya Fey."

There was a pause. "Miss Maya Fey. I carry this whip around because I have always believed that foolish fools are much less likely to make fools of themselves in the future if they are whipped a few times."

"And have your beliefs in any way been substantiated?"

"Would you like to find out?"

"By all means," said Maya smiling.

Franziska's grip on the whip tightened and her glare hardened, but she didn't move. After a few tense moments, Morgan cleared her throat. "Mr. Von Karma, please finish your introductions. We are still unacquainted with this handsome young man here."

Detective Gumshoe introduced Mr. Miles Edgeworth, who was standing at Mr. Von Karma’s right side observing everything with composure.

"You've probably read about him in the papers,” Von Karma said with a smile. "Although some parts, I must say, are greatly exaggerated."

Mr. Edgeworth looked quite unhappy at this introduction. He said nothing and merely surveyed the group with casual indifference. Phoenix waited for the moment his face would soften upon seeing himself and Larry, but it never came. Mr. Edgeworth's eyes passed over his, and then away without a shred of recognition.

Phoenix was shocked and concerned and offended, but he said not a word, and they parted from one another in silence. Phoenix realized he was clenching his fists as he walked.

"Nick?" Maya asked once they were a safe distance away. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Phoenix answered quickly. "Yes, sorry. It's just- Larry and I know Von Karma's son."

"What? You know him?" Maya asked incredulously.

"Yeah," said Larry with a nod, "we knew him when we were kids. The three of us were close for a while. We used to go to the shows on weekends. Remember the little wooden toys we had, Nick? Signal Blue, Signal Yellow, and Signal Red?"

"I remember."

"Well, I'll be hanged!" Cried Maya. "Nick, why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

"How was I supposed to know he would be here tonight?"

"You very well should have, if the three of you were so close."

Phoenix, not wishing to spoil the lively air, just said, "We fell out of touch."

"That's right!" Larry cried. "Edgy disappeared one day, and that was the end of it. We never got a letter from him or anything. Didn't hear from him for over a decade."

"How strange," said Maya. She paused to think for a moment, then said, "Do you think he remembers you?"

Phoenix bit his lips. "Well-"

"Miss Maya Fey."

All three of them jumped at the loud address, and turned to see Miss Von Karma quickly approaching. She was clutching her whip, eyes burning. She looked absolutely furious. Maya's face had gone completely pale with fear, but she retained impressive composure as Miss Von Karma glared at her. They stood staring at each other for a few moments. Miss Von Karma cleared her throat.

"You-" She began sharply, and then paused. Phoenix waited for her to raise her whip, but all of them were taken completely by surprise when Miss Von Karma extended her empty gloved hand and bowed instead. “You're without a partner for the next dance, are you not?"

It was quiet for several seconds before Maya quietly admitted that she did not have a partner.

"Then - then may I have the honor?”

Maya nodded clumsily. “You may."

Miss Von Karma bowed and walked away without another word, leaving the three of them completely bewildered and, on Phoenix's part at least, very very amused.

"Nick!" Maya cried. "Can you believe it?"

Phoenix only smiled. “Best not to keep her waiting, don’t you think?”

Maya went away. Larry, too, disappeared in quest of a dance partner. Phoenix was now alone, and he surveyed the room. His eyes fell on Mr. Edgeworth, who was standing alone at the edge of the dance floor. Perhaps he doesn't remember me, Phoenix thought, but that's no reason to be uncivil. I'll ask him to dance. And after another moment's deliberation, he approached Mr. Edgeworth cheerfully.

"Do you dance, Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Not if I can help it," came the man's cold reply.

He offered nothing further. Phoenix, slightly affronted, smiled and went away in search of a different partner. 

He did not give Mr. Edgeworth another thought until later that evening, as it turned out that the drink stand put him right within listening distance of a conversation between Mr. Edgeworth and Miss Von Karma during an intermission between dances.

"Little brother, you look so miserably foolish over here all by yourself. People are whispering about your bad temper."

"By all means, let them whisper. I have no need to impress such society."

"They are not all bad. I heard from my dance partner that there's another lawyer here tonight. A rookie, so I hear, in a ridiculous blue suit."

"Mr. Phoenix Wright," said Mr. Edgeworth immediately, and Phoenix's throat caught as he sipped his coffee.

He does remember me.

"You know him?" Asked Miss Von Karma.

There was a small pause where Mr. Edgeworth turned round to gaze across the room, and almost immediately caught Phoenix's eye. He quickly withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "I do not. He is nobody important. You had better get back to the dance floor before people start whispering about your bad temper as well."

They parted, and Phoenix was left with an empty coffee cup and no very gracious feelings towards his old friend. But although his pride was a little wounded at the sour reunion, he could muster no real disappointment. It mattered very little how Miles Edgeworth had changed in the last decade, and what was another pompous, ill-tempered rich man in the grand scheme of things?

Satisfied with this, Phoenix went away to tell Maya about what had happened. Maya, true to her nature, was shocked and delighted by Mr. Edgeworth's insolence. "Who does he think he is!" She cried with feeling. "Just because he's all smart and rich and handsome he thinks he can do whatever he wants! You should count your blessings, Nick. If he liked you, you'd have to talk to him."

"Precisely," Phoenix said with a chuckle. "As it is, I wouldn't dance with him if he were the last man on Earth."

"I think you're better off trying to pursue him embalmed father," said Maya. "And you wouldn't have to be married to him for very long, either. He looks like he's half dead already."

They both laughed, high and loud, and Mr. Edgeworth's eyes turned towards them curiously. His expression did not change, however; his gaze merely lingered, then passed silently away.

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The end of the evening found Edgeworth alone in the corner of the ballroom, looking out across the sea of dancing couples and listening to the boisterous conversations and flowery music with perfect indifference.

The night thus far had consisted of almost nothing but the simpering and flattery of the ball's patrons, who were eager to get at his fortune, and a conveyer belt of invitations to dance, all of which had been formally declined with the utmost condescension. He could feel the eyes of the room upon him at times, hear whispers through cupped hands about his bad behaviour, but he could not be bothered to care. It was nobody's business but his own if he didn't feel like dancing.

And besides, at this moment, his mind was busily occupied elsewhere.

When he had first looked out across the ballroom and spotted Phoenix Wright, it had been a surprise to be sure, but nothing more. A moment's observation told him everything he needed to know. Uncivilized. Plain. Halfwitted. No different than the rest of the patrons attending the ball. There could be no merit in rekindling a friendship with someone who had neither wealth nor status. 

But soon after declining the man's invitation to dance and resolving not to speak to him for the rest of the evening, Edgeworth discovered, with considerable surprise, the unusual loveliness of Phoenix Wright's laughter.

He'd made this discovery purely by accident; he'd been able to hear the other man's laughter from across the ballroom with how high and loud it was, and he found that he could remember the very same laughter from fourteen years ago with unusual clarity. It stirred something in him; fondness? nostalgia? Whatever it was, he was privately mortified with himself for feeling it; and to his dismay, it was not the only admirable trait of Phoenix Wright that surfaced over the course of the evening. Edgeworth took notice of other features; the shape of the man's eyes, the curl of his smile, the liveliness of his voice. Together, they painted a harmonious picture, and Edgeworth was finally able to admit to himself, with considerable embarrassment, that perhaps the other man was not as unsightly as he'd first assumed.

He began to wish to know more of his old friend, and as a step towards conversing with him, attended to his conversations with others. Presently, he was assembled with Mr. Wright, his sister, and a few others he only recognized by face.

"Your friend Mr. Butz is an... interesting young man," said Miss Von Karma to Maya and Mr. Wright. She had been courted directly by Larry a few moments earlier, and flatly refused his awkward proposal to dance.

Mr. Wright chuckled. "He is indeed. Don't be surprised if you receive some verses from him later. He's been known to express himself through poetry. It's a wonder he hasn't discovered the power of poetry in driving away love."

"I've been used to thinking of poetry as the food of love," Edgeworth said pointedly. 

"Oh, of a fine stout love, certainly. But if it is only a vague inclination, I am convinced that one poor sonnet is enough to kill it stone dead."

"Are you not a poet yourself, Mr. Wright?" Edgeworth asked. "A lawyer should be expected to speak with at least some eloquence."

Mr. Wright blinked. Then he smiled. "Very true. So then you've heard I'm a lawyer."

"Franziska told me. It would seem the bar for entry is lower than I thought."

"Yes," said Mr. Wright. "Perhaps the profession isn't quite as highly esteemed as we used to think as kids."

Edgeworth had no reply for that, and Mr. Wright didn't seem to desire one. He bowed, smiled, and disappeared into the crowd, and Mr. Edgeworth could not help following the other man with his eyes.

The night continued to pass with very little enjoyment on Edgeworth's part. Two or three more times he encountered Mr. Wright again, but he could not be prevailed on to speak. Nor did Mr. Wright attempt to engage him in any conversation; he was too caught up in conversing with old friends and dancing with a few of them. A few hours passed, and Edgeworth was summoned by Von Karma to the corner of the room. 

"We're leaving," said his mentor immediately. "I have business at the courthouse that must be addressed. I want you outside with Franziska in ten minutes. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Edgeworth replied, relieved at the chance to escape the over-stimulation of the ballroom.

He didn't have to search for Franziska for very long; she'd been dancing with Maya Fey for most of the evening, and he expected her to be doing so now. Edgeworth hadn't yet spoken to Maya Fey himself, but from his limited observation, she seemed a pleasant enough sort of girl. Franziska was evidently very fond of her, and Edgeworth considered with some contentment that the two might make a very suitable match. It's only a shame, he thought, that Maya Fey has so little to her name. Otherwise she could make a very acceptable wife.

He delivered the news of their departure gravely, and Franziska seemed reluctant to leave her dance partner. She could not disobey an order from her father, however, and with a polite curtsy, she excused herself. Once they were a safe distance away, Edgeworth made a point of whispering to his sister:  "how many times did you dance with Miss Maya Fey tonight?"

"Four."

Four? He was shocked. To dance even twice with the same partner at such a large gathering was a sufficient compliment. To have danced four times with Miss Fey, and additionally to have been so evidently enjoying the other woman's company... Edgeworth could not help the curl of amusement  to his lip as he said, "she must have been a remarkable dancer."

"She had no technique," said Franziska with a huff. "And her form was all wrong."

"Well, it's a good thing you were there to correct her."

They made their goodbyes to the rest of the guests together. Von Karma addressed the entire room with distant civility, thanking them all for coming and apologizing for his obligations taking him away from such a splendid party. Their carriage was called, and Edgeworth could not resist searching the crowd for the face of Phoenix Wright. But the other man, to his reluctant disappointment, was nowhere to be seen.

***

When Phoenix and Maya were alone, and latter, who had been cautious in her praise of Miss Von Karma until that point, expressed to her brother just how very much she admired her.

"Miss Von Karma is exactly what a rich, high-profile woman ought not to be!" She was gushing to Phoenix, who, besides Pearl, was really the only person she could talk to about these things. "She was loud, abrasive, unapologetic... I could never have expected it."

"Did her manners improve at all upon further acquaintance?"

"Oh, no," said Maya with a smile. "Not at all. I couldn't believe what a temper she had. Lord!" She threw her head back and laughed. "I've never had such a good time in my life! I could hardly keep my dancing straight from laughing. When we went to get food, I broke my record for the most amount of Swiss rolls I could fit in my mouth. Sixteen, Nick! And once I could breathe again, she told me how impressed she was. I'm going to try for twenty at the next ball."

"I admire your bravery. I would have been too scared to accept her initial proposal to dance."

"She's intimidating," Maya agreed with a slight blush. "I was very much flattered at her asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect a third."

"Did not you? I did for you. She could not help seeing that you were about five times more agreeable than any other woman in the room."

Maya flung herself down onto her bed and crossed her legs earnestly. "Do you really think she liked me, Nick?"

"Maya. She danced with you most of the night, and had to quite literally be dragged away from you by the end of it. You have every reason to believe she was out of her senses about you. Well, I give you leave to like her. You've liked many a stupider person."

Maya turned away and began undoing the clips from her hair, and Phoenix could tell she was hiding a smile. "What a shame her brother had to interrupt. He seemed anxious to leave."

"He was probably tired of conversing with people of such little importance."

Maya snorted. "I still can't believe he said that about you."

"It's alright. I doubt we'll ever see each other again. Unless things work out between you and Franziska, and then we may end up being in-laws."

They continued talking and laughing late into the night. Maya's hopes for the future were earnest and tender, and Phoenix listened with hopes of his own for his surrogate little sister's happiness. 

At breakfast the following morning, Morgan was busy going over the events of the previous night with great spirits. "I've never been so surprised in my life!" She gushed, buttering a roll of bread. "My daughter attracting the eye of a Von Karma. I can scarcely believe it. What a wonderful thing for our family!"

"Always happy to be of assistance," said Maya indifferently. Mia snickered.

"I can't believe she danced with you four times. Could she have possibly paid you a higher compliment? Oh, Lord, at this rate, our family's fortune will be secured! Dearest Maya. I'm so very proud of you."

Maya, who was now eating jam right from the jar, did not answer. Morgan continued outlining all the advantages to a union between the Feys and the Von Karmas when the whole family were suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a servant, who announced she had received a letter from Netherfield addressed to Miss Maya Fey.

Morgan's eyes went round with astonishment and delight. "Praise the Lord," she said happily. "We are saved! Well, Maya, make haste and tell us what it says! Make haste, my love!"

Maya quickly opened the letter. "It is from Miss Von Karma," she said, and then read the contents aloud:

DEAR MISS FEY,

I have been informed that our servant has made too many hors d'ouvres for our afternoon tea today. Since I know you have a big appetite, I invite you to come over and help yourself to whatever you want.

Sincerely,

F. VON KARMA

The whole family exclaimed at such good news, and Morgan especially was warm in her congratulations. "With five thousand a year, I bet Miss Von Karma keeps a very good table, my dear."

Maya enthusiastically agreed and began speculating, with the assistance of Phoenix, what kind of dishes would be served at the Von Karma's house. "Can I have the carriage?" She asked.

"No, my dear, we couldn't possibly spare it. You'll have to go on horseback."

"Horseback?" Phoenix cried, looking out the window at the rapidly darkening sky.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Mia and Pearl need the carriage to go to town today. If it happens to rain, I'm sure the Von Karmas will not mind keeping her for a night or two."

Maya did not argue; she liked riding, and as soon as she had finished her breakfast and dressed, she set out on her horse and rode the four miles to Netherfield by herself. 

She was not gone ten minutes before it began to rain, a thunderous, tumultuous downpour. Phoenix saw Morgan's lip twitch in an imitation of a smile.

"Do you think Maya's okay?" He asked her.

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid not. Just imagine; she must be riding through this onslaught of rain in all of those thick coats. She will arrive soaked and shivering, I'm sure, and they will be forced to take care of her, the poor thing."

It continued to rain throughout the whole course of the day, and by nightfall, a letter had arrived for Phoenix.

NICK,

It seems I've accidentally gone and gotten ill. Small wonder since I was out in the rain for so long. Franziska has insisted that I stay at Netherfield until I'm better. Tell my Mother not to worry - besides a sore throat, a headache, and a strong fever (by the apothecary's standards), I'm doing very well.

MAYA FEY

"This was a lucky idea of mine indeed," said Morgan after Phoenix had read her the letter. "Who knows how long she will have to stay there."

"She's sick!" Phoenix cried. "Because you wouldn't let her use the carriage!"

"Please, Phoenix, don't make a scene. This will be good for Maya, I'm sure of it."

Phoenix colored with anger, but said no more. He turned and walked away, leaving Morgan to relish in her triumph.

By the following morning, Phoenix had grown so anxious with worry over Maya's condition that he had resolved to visit Netherfield himself to check on her. He'd never learned to ride a horse and did not wish to petition Morgan for the use of the carriage, so he set out on foot in quest of Netherfield. It was about an hour later that the house came into view, and Phoenix, with dirty shoes and windblown hair, gave a knock at the door.

"I'm here to see Maya," he told the servant, "and I won't take no for an answer.

He was led into the breakfast parlor, a grand and gaudy-looking room, where the entire family was assembled and eating from a vast spread of delicacies. Mr. Von Karma, the centerpiece of the room, addressed Phoenix first with a quizzical smile. "Mr. Wright," he said. "We weren't expecting your company today. Good Lord, sir, did you walk here?"

"I did," Phoenix replied unabashedly.

"Haven't you a got carriage or any horses?"

"I never learned to ride, sir."

"No?" Mr. Von Karma smirked. "I suppose they don't teach horse riding in law school, do they, Mr. Wright?"

Phoenix colored a little. It seems Mr. Edgeworth has been talking about me, he thought bitterly. "No, sir."

There was a pause that lasted several moments. Phoenix cast his eyes to Mr. Edgeworth, and was surprised to find a look of earnest contemplation on the other man's face. What's got him so deep in thought?

"I'm sorry," he said, "how's my sister?"

"She's upstairs," Mr. Edgeworth quickly replied. "I can show you."

"No, I'll find her myself. Thank you." And with another quick bow, he escaped to the marble staircase.

He found Maya underneath several expensive looking quilts in the guest bedroom being tended to by the apothecary. "How is she?" He asked immediately upon entering the room.

"I'm afraid she's quite ill, hmm, yes, quite ill," the doctor replied with an impish grin. "She shouldn't be moved for at least two days, hmm, yes."

Phoenix dismissed the apothecary and knelt beside Maya and took her hand. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Hungry," she replied smilingly. "I haven't been able to keep anything down. I'd give anything for some steamed hams. How's my mother?"

"Very worried about you," Phoenix lied. "But fine otherwise. Pearls would have come with me if not for school."

"I hope I can see them all soon. I feel bad making the Von Karmas take care of me like this."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Miss Von Karma is quite delighted at your extended stay."

They were interrupted by the person of interest herself who had come to inquire after Maya's condition. "I'm afraid she's not well," Phoenix reported gravely. "The apothecary said she shouldn't be moved. But perhaps we could carry her to the carriage."

Franziska scoffed. "It should go without saying that she'll stay here until she's better, you foolish fool. I won't hear another word about it."

Maya smiled. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me," said Franziska with a huff. "Come, Phoenix Wright, she should rest. Miss Fey, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. Understood?"

Maya nodded.

"Good. Let's go, Phoenix Wright."

And with a knowing look from Phoenix to Maya, the two left her to her recovery.

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Edgeworth was not surprised to see Phoenix Wright so soon after ball; with Miss Maya occupying one of the spare bedrooms, he had fully expected to see the other man. But he hadn't expected to see him so thoroughly disheveled, pants dirty, shirt unkempt, and face aglow with the warmth of exercise. His appearance caused a great deal of surprise from Edgeworth; that he should have walked such a distance in such weather and by himself was almost incredible to him. He could hardly believe it, nor could he help involuntarily casting a critical eye over Mr. Wright's entire figure. The man was dressed casually in a white dress shirt and pants, but still had his attorney's badge pinned to his lapel. Does he wear it everywhere?

Edgeworth was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely noticed Mr. Wright's inquiries after Miss Maya. But, recovering himself, he said, "She's upstairs. I can show you."

"No," replied Mr. Wright. "I'll find her myself. Thank you." And with a low bow, he excused himself to the marble staircase.

Edgeworth watched him go with astonishment. He wondered if the occasion justified coming all this way, and concluded that Mr. Wright's attachment to his sister must be substantial.

His thoughts were interrupted by Von Karma who, picking up his teacup with one hand, said in a low voice, "what a disgraceful sight. Defense attorneys are truly pitiful creatures. He’s not even related to that girl by blood - and yet he walked all this way for her? What a joke. They aren’t even siblings.”

Edgeworth's eyes flickered to Franziska, then away again. "I see nothing in it but concern for his sister. And he's only had one trial. Wait until you see him in court before you pass your judgement.”

Von Karma looked surprised and displeased at being contradicted. He turned to his daughter and said, "Franziska, why don't you go check on Miss Fey's condition? The poor girl probably needs all the help she can get."

Franziska acquiesced quickly, standing up and making her way toward the staircase. They watched her go in silence. Once she was gone, Von Karma turned to Edgeworth and said, "have you an affinity for that man?"

"No, sir, not at all."

"Did he speak to you at the ball? Are you acquainted?"

"We didn't speak," Edgeworth lied. "All I know about him is what was generally known throughout town: that he's the adopted son of Morgan Fey and recently graduated law school."

"And do you think him a handsome young man?"

"Not particularly, sir.” 

Von Karma did not seem entirely satisfied with this, but he didn’t press the matter, and they sat together in silence until Mr. Wright and Franziska returned. 

"Maya is still very ill," Mr. Wright reported gravely. "The apothecary says it'll be two days until she's on her feet."

Von Karma expressed his concern with great condescension, and as Phoenix was excusing himself, interrupted with, “nonsense! Surely you don’t want to go before you see the girl recovered.”

Mr. Wright looked hesitant. “I would hate to impose.”

”Think nothing of it,” replied Von Karma with a wave of the hand. “It’s nothing to us; a trifling matter, really. Franziska, ring the bell and call the servant. Tell him to prepare the spare bedroom in the south wing for Mr. Wright. You will be in nobody’s way, you know, in that part of the house.”

Mr. Wright accepted thankfully, evidently happy at the opportunity to look after his sister, and a servant was dispatched to retrieve a trunk of his clothes from Kurain Manor.

Miss Fey could not leave her room; nor could she find the strength to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. Mr. Wright stayed with her until she fell asleep, and then joined them all in the drawing room. 

“Mr. Wright,” said Von Karma, “how would you like to try your hand at Commerce? We were just about to sit down to it.”

Mr. Wright, after a moment's deliberation, graciously accepted Von Karma's invitation. The four of them took a seat round the card table and began playing.

To their collective astonishment, Mr. Wright beat them all soundly. Every round,  he seemed to gain more and more control over the flow of the game, and his winnings increased.

"You are an excellent bluffer, Mr. Wright," said Edgeworth after the man's fourth straight victory.

"Indeed," said Von Karma smiling."Tell me, are you as proficient in court as you are at cards?"

"I only graduated a few months ago, sir. I took on a case for a friend as a favor."

"As a favor," Von Karma repeated slowly. "You must be desperate for cases if you have to resort to favors. And what was the result?"

"A victory."

"Very impressive." Von Karma was smirking now, his eyes a cruel gleam. "Did you know I haven't lost a single case in my forty year career as a prosecutor?"

"Really."

"And neither have my children. The Von Karma family has a perfect win record."

Mr. Wright turned and looked at Edgeworth, a look of bewilderment coloring his features. Edgeworth returned his gaze with cold indifference. "I've seen the papers," said Mr. Wright after a moment.

The papers, Edgeworth thought. Demon prosecutor. Rumors of false evidence. Manipulating testimonies. "The papers aren't always accurate," he said. "And besides, reading can't make up for a lack of experience."

"Of course not," said Mr. Wright. "You all are much more experienced than I am, I will admit."

"But to be called a lawyer at all," said Franziska, "is the highest honor a person can achieve. Even if some of them choose to make fools of themselves, they at least have that to make them respectable."

"The word is indeed applied too liberally these days," Edgeworth mused. "I cannot boast of knowing more than five or six people who truly deserved the title."

"Nor I, to be sure," said Von Karma.

Mr. Wright smiled emphatically. "Goodness, you must have a lot of pride in your work for your standards to be so high."

Edgeworth met the other man's eye solemnly. "I do."

"Oh, absolutely," cried Von Karma. "Our standards are quite high indeed. A single failure, a single mark against our reputation, would be-" his eyes flickered to Edgeworth. "- devastating. A lawyer requires in equal part an excellent countenance and an appetite for victory. He must conduct himself in such a manner that dissuades the court of all doubt in his resolve."

"All this he must possess," Edgeworth agreed, "and he must also have a keen knack for bluffing."

Mr. Wright began shuffling the cards with dexterous movements of his hands. "If that is what you think, you must be a truly fearsome thing to behold in court."

Von Karma's lip curled. "I suppose it would make for an intimidating sight for an upstart like yourself. I have only ever run perfect trials, Mr. Wright. My opponents haven't a prayer against me. To be a real lawyer, one must be perfect."

Mr. Wright raised his eyebrows in surprise, but after only a moment's pause, he said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I disagree."

"Oh?"

"I, for one, never saw such a lawyer as you described. I never saw such resolve and elegance and intelligence united in a single person."

Edgeworth stared. Von Karma squinted. Even Franziska looked surprised. But Phoenix simply shrugged and dealt the cards with precise movements of his hand.

”Careful, Mr. Wright,” Von Karma warned quietly. “You forget yourself. You are sitting with perfection incarnate at this very moment. You’d do well not to forget that.”

Mr. Wright gave no reply but a slight incline of the head.

The game continued without much conversation. Edgeworth was looking determinedly at his cards, Franziska was employing a uniform calmness that made her impossible to read, and Von Karma seemed too affronted to speak again. As all conversation was thereby at an end and nobody seemed desirous to play any longer, Phoenix soon afterwards left the room.

"Mr. Phoenix Wright," said Von Karma as soon as the door was closed on him, "is one of those young men with very grand ambitions but very poor execution. He can certainly talk well; but he is lacking where it really counts."

"Undoubtedly,” replied Franziska. “He is a most foolish fool indeed.”

”He has nothing to recommend him other than being an excellent walker,” said Von Karma.

The two of them continued to speak at Mr. Wright’s expense, but Edgeworth, to Von Karma’s vexation, could not be prevailed on to join them in their censure. He neatly organized the cards on the table in front of him and walked quietly out of the room.

Phoenix Wright, he thought, is a very interesting man.

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Phoenix spent the chief of the night keeping an eye on Maya's condition, and in the morning had the pleasure of sending a tolerable report to the inquiries made by Miss Von Karma. Despite the improvement, Phoenix felt it necessary to send a letter to Morgan at Kurain Manor that requested her to visit and form her own opinion on Maya's health. The letter was soon dispatched, and its contents just as quickly complied with. Morgan arrived soon after breakfast with her three daughters, whose presence was announced by a servant, who came into the room and said,

”A Mrs. Fey, a Miss Fey, a Miss Fey, and a Miss Fey, sir.”

”Oh, for heaven’s sake,” cried Mr. Von Karma, “are we to receive every Fey in the country?”

Morgan and her daughters looked around in awe as they made their way to Maya’s room, and Morgan herself was loudly proclaiming: “Good Lord! Isn’t this fine, imposing place, my dears? There’s not a house to equal it in the county. Wouldn’t it be something to see Maya settled here? How much do you think the glazing alone must have cost? We’ll have her here soon, I can tell you that much. I give it three months.”

Mia, who was the most sensible of the family, encouraged her mother not to express her admiration so loudly, but it was in vain; Morgan would not be silent.

A few minute’s observation convinced Morgan that her daughter was not in any apparent danger, and that being the case, she silently wished her a slow recovery that her ill health might lead her to stay at Netherfield as long as possible.

After remaining with Maya for a few minutes, Morgan removed with her other daughters to the drawing room with the Von Karmas. Franziska asked, with an indifferent shrug, if Miss Fey’s condition had at all improved. Morgan shook her head gravely.

"I'm afraid," she said, "that I have found her a great deal more ill than expected. She is much too sick to be moved. We must trespass a little longer on your kindness."

"She shall not be moved," said Miss Von Karma, cracking her whip. "I won't hear a word about it. Isn't that right, papa?"

"You may to depend upon it, madam," said Von Karma with cold civility, "that Miss Maya will receive every possible care while she is under our supervision."

Morgan was profuse in her acknowledgements. "I am sure I don't know what Maya would do without you," she said, "for she is truly a very sick creature and suffers greatly. But with the greatest patience in the world, which is always the way with her, for she has without exception the sweetest temper I've ever met with. I often tell my other girls they are nothing compared to her."

Phoenix, who knew this to be entirely false, gave Morgan a pointed look. Nobody gave any answer, so Morgan Fey went on: "you have a charming house here, Mr. Von Karma. I do hope you plan to stay in the country."

"For now," the man answered stiffly. "I find the country very diverting. Wouldn't you agree, Edgeworth?"

"I find it perfectly tolerable. Even if society is a little less varied than in town."

"Less varied?" Cried Morgan. "Not at all, I assure you. We dine with four and twenty families of all shapes and sizes. The Chief of Police, Mr. Gant, even condescends to visit us at our humble abode from time to time. He's a remarkably charming man. And a good deal less self important than some people half his rank." She looked pointedly at Edgeworth as she spoke. Mr. Edgeworth, however, bravely kept his countenance and calmly said, "I am familiar with Chief Gant. I did not know he visited this area."

"Oh yes, he comes by every Christmas. He's a very good, agreeable sort of man. He always has something to say to everybody. I'm sure many great men could learn a thing or two from him."

Mr. Edgeworth made no reply. Pearl, unaffected by all this, decided to take that opportunity of saying, "Mr. Von Karma, is it true that you plan to hold a ball here at Netherfield?"

Mr. Von Karma nodded. "Indeed. As soon as the invalid is removed and my servants have made white soup enough, it will be quite a settled thing. It will be an appropriate way to showcase my accomplishments."

Pearl squealed in excitement. "What an excellent way to make new friends!" She cried happily. "You must invite my sisters and I. We're excellent company."

"Of course.”

"I think that a ball is perfectly irrational way to gain new acquaintance,” said Mr. Edgeworth. “It would be better if conversation instead of dancing were made the order of the day."

"Indeed, much more rational, but rather less like a ball," Phoenix replied.

“Thank you, Mr. Wright.”

Morgan and her daughters soon departed, and Phoenix returned instantly to Maya and stayed with her the rest of the day with occasional visits from Miss Von Karma.

By nightfall, Maya was so much recovered that she was able to join them all in the drawing room after supper. Miss Von Karma made a point of ordering her servants to pile up the fire, lest Maya should suffer from the change in room. Once it was sufficient to her standards, she demanded that Maya sit away from the door to avoid the draft. She then took a seat next to the sick girl and began speaking to her in a low voice. Phoenix saw it all with great delight. Miss Von Karma was certainly much softer around Maya; that much was certain. Phoenix took up a book from the library. Mr. Edgeworth did the same, and Von Karma, principally occupied with cleaning the dirt from under her fingernails, was pretending to be at work writing a letter and occasionally called over to Maya and Franziska with some personal observation to add to their conversation. While they were thus employed, Phoenix could not help noticing, as he turned over the pages of his book, how frequently Mr. Edgeworth's eyes were fixed on him. He wasn't sure how to account for it; he did not suppose it possible for himself to be an object of admiration to such a great man. He concluded, at last, that he drew Mr. Edgeworth's notice because there was something so disagreeable in his appearance and personality as warranted the other man's scrutiny. This supposition did not bother him; he cared very little about the opinion of his old friend. 

But if he insists on looking, thought Phoenix, I will certainly call him out on it. And upon catching Mr. Edgeworth's eyes on him again, he turned suddenly and said:

"By the bye, Mr. Edgeworth, I remember you saying something yesterday about the imperfections in the behaviour of a lawyer. Perhaps you've noticed some defect in my character that you'd like to share?"

Mr. Edgeworth looked up from his book, surprised. "Indeed, you are mistaken. It is not my intention to criticize."

“Oh,” said Phoenix. “Well, if you do happen to find a fault in my character, be sure to let me know. Otherwise, you are free to keep your eyes to yourself.”

They were all surprised by his indecency and impoliteness. After a few moments, Mr. Edgeworth closed his large book. “Well, if you insist,” he said, “I must say, your appearance in general isn’t doing you any favors. The fit of your suit is terrible. Your hair is a disaster. And altogether, there is a self-sufficiency in your air that is without fashion. But I suppose I can only attribute that to a lack of experience. I have yet to see how you perform in court, but I can only assume you resort to shouting and trickery to get what you want.”

The whole room was silent. Mr. Von Karma looked pleased. Phoenix only blinked. Then he beamed. “Are you in the habit of studying character, Mr. Edgeworth?”/p>

“Of course. It comes with the territory. I take it you are a sturdier of character as well?”

”Oh, certainly,” Phoenix replied with a smile. “I’ve found that the best way to forgive my own faults is to find fault in others and ridicule them accordingly.”

”Then you’re doing your best to find a fault in me?”

"To ridicule you, yes. Any ideas?"

Mr. Edgeworth thought for a moment."I am sure everyone is capable of being ridiculed to some extent,” he said at length. “Even the wisest of men can be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object is a joke."

"That is very true, but I hope I am not one of those people. I hope I never ridicule what is good and just. Follies and nonsense do divert me, I own. I laugh at them whenever I can. But these, I suppose, are precisely what you are without."

"I do not think it is possible for anyone to be wholly without whims and inconsistencies, but it has been the study of my career to avoid such failings as would expose me to the ridicule of others."

"Such as vanity and pride."

"Vanity, certainly, is a failing indeed. But pride... where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will always be under good regulation."

"You consider pride to be a necessary feeling then?"

"Much more necessary than unease or uncertainty."

"Those seem rather necessary to me."

"They only serve to get in my way. A lawyer has no time for such trivial emotions."

Phoenix turned away to hide a smile.

"Your cross-examination of Mr. Edgeworth is over, I presume," said Franziska, who had been listening to the conversation with Maya, "and pray, what is the result?"

Phoenix shook his head. "I'm forced to conclude that Mr. Edgeworth is right. He has no defect. He is absolutely and completely faultless. He owns it himself.”

"No," replied Mr. Edgeworth, "I have made no such pretension. If I were to find fault with myself, I believe it would have to be with my temper. It would perhaps be called resentful. I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others or their offences against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.”

"Hm." Phoenix put a finger to his lips in consideration. Then, shaking his head, he said, "I cannot tease you about the implacability of your temper, Mr. Edgeworth. What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh."

“There is, I believe, a natural defect in every disposition, a tendency towards some particular evil that even the best education cannot overcome."

"And your defect is to hate everybody."

"And yours," replied Mr. Edgeworth, smiling, "is willfully, to misunderstand them."

"Do you play the piano, Mr. Wright?" Asked Mr. Von Karma, evidently displeased at having been left out of the conversation.

Phoenix looked up. "A little, sir, and very poorly."

"Then you must play for us. I always enjoy a good song after dinner. Come, I'll open the piano for you."

Phoenix was surprised and reluctant, but he took his place by the piano and began to play; and Mr. Edgeworth, after a moment’s consideration, was not sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Mr. Wright too much attention. 

***

It had been decided that Maya would depart Netherfield the following morning, as her condition had greatly improved, and she was healthy enough by Miss Von Karma’s standards to be allowed to leave. 

It was a separation, indeed, that was extremely agreeable to the whole family; for Phoenix was excited to get home, and Mr. Edgeworth was scarcely less anxious to be rid of him. Mr. Wright attracted him more than he liked, and it was starting to draw the attention of his mentor. Von Karma cared very little about Edgeworth’s personal life; so long as his adopted son maintained his perfect win record, he was free to do as he wished. But Mr. Wright was a defense attorney, the very embodiment of everything his mentor despised. Edgeworth was extremely gratified when, after breakfast, the carriage was called for the two siblings and their departure was announced.

Mr. Von Karma gave a few perfunctory remarks on Maya’s health, then left to sit down to some legal papers. Once he was out of the room, Miss Von Karma turned to Maya with a grimace. "Miss Fey," she said sharply. "You... are a most foolish fool for foolishly riding here on horseback, and in the rain. Do not ever pull such a foolish stunt again, am I clear?"

"Crystal," Maya replied, "although it was your fault for sending an invitation on such a rainy day."

"Then we shall call it even. Will I see you at the next dance?"

"Maybe. If you're lucky. Do you think I can beat my record for the number of Swiss rolls I can fit in my mouth?"

Miss Von Karma smiled. "I think you can reach twenty."

"Challenge accepted!"

"You are welcome back here whenever you feel the least bit poorly,” said Miss Von Karma quietly. Then she turned to Mr. Wright and cocked her whip. “If you do not ensure her safety, Mr. Phoenix Wright, you can expect a mouthful of whip. Am I understood?”

”Yes ma’am,” Phoenix replied with a gulp.

They were followed kindly to the door of the carriage by Miss Von Karma and Mr. Edgeworth. Phoenix made his goodbyes and  was turning to climb into the carriage when suddenly he felt a hand lifting his own to assist him. He turned and saw that it was Mr. Edgeworth’s hand. Surprised, Phoenix awkwardly accepted the gesture and climbed into the carriage. Mr. Edgeworth, after assuring that the other man was safely up the steps, turned around and walked away. Phoenix watched curiously as Mr. Edgeworth’s hand flexed at his side. 

The pair set off towards Kurain Manor, and the Phoenix had the delight of listening to Maya talk about Miss Von Karma the whole way home. She blushed and laughed and blushed again as she described how she had been tended to with the utmost care. "Her behaviour," she said, "was beyond civil. It was really attentive. I’ve never been met with so much care and affection in my life.”

"I'm glad," Phoenix said warmly, "but she still scares me."

"She scares me too. I like scary women."

They spoke in rapturous spirits all the way home, and Phoenix could not help but be impatient to see Miss Von Karma and his sister dance together at the Netherfield ball next week.

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The day before the Netherfield ball was to take place, Pearl came running into the drawing room with exciting news for her mother. "Mama, you will never ever believe what I'm about to tell you!" She cried happily.

"Well, tell me quickly, my dear."

"There's a regiment coming to Meryton later this afternoon! The town is sure to be full of officers!"

"Officers!" Morgan exclaimed. She knew that at such an age as Pearl's, the arrival of a militia was bound to cause excitement. "That’s wonderful news! I remember when I liked a red coat very well myself. Well, let's all go into town and see them. Perhaps we can get some ribbons for the ball tomorrow too."

The whole of the family seemed to agree to this proposal, and shortly after breakfast, they all set off together to the market. It was a good fifteen minutes of pleasant walking and amiable conversation before they entered Meryton; and then, the attention of the two youngest was no longer to be had. Pearl's eyes were wandering up and down the street in quest of officers, and Maya was fervently admiring the pastry shop.

Phoenix lagged behind to talk to Mia, who pointed out a few red coats along the streets, the signature uniform of a soldier. “What do you think, Phoenix?” She asked. “Red is a good colour, is it not?”

”I prefer a darker tone.”

Mia smiled.

They continued walking and talking when the wind blew Phoenix’s handkerchief from his pocket, and before he had a chance to catch it himself, it was blown into the hand of a stranger wearing a red coat. She was short and lean with striking red hair and bright, earnest eyes. She extended her hand to Phoenix with the handkerchief in her palm and said, "yours, I believe."

Phoenix, momentarily struck by her beauty and elegance, could not say a word. But Mia, unaffected and gracious in giving compliments, coolly remarked: "Goodness, you're a very beautiful woman. Are you a lieutenant?"

"An enchanted lieutenant," the girl replied, holding out her hand to Phoenix. He kissed it with affectionate gallantry, and she introduced herself: "Dahlia Hawthorne."

"P-Phoenix Wright," he choked out in reply. "It's a pleasure."

"We were just on our way to look for some ribbons for the ball tonight," said Mia. "Would you care to join us?"

"I'd be delighted," Miss Hawthorne replied, looking at Phoenix. He blushed and looked away.

They made their way towards the shops together. Miss Hawthorne immediately fell into conversation with Phoenix, and though it was only about it being a sunny day, he was convinced that even the most threadbare, dull topic could be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker. Miss Hawthorne was eloquent in every sense of the word. She was funny, elegant, and sophisticated, and Phoenix felt more enraptured by her in every moment.

Once they'd entered the store, Mia went away to examine some blouses, leaving Phoenix and Miss Hawthorne alone.

"I shan't even browse," Miss Hawthorne declared. "I simply can't be trusted, I have very poor taste in ribbons."

"Only a lady truly confident in herself would admit to something like that," Phoenix replied with a good-natured smile.

"Oh, I assure you, it's quite true. And buckles. When it comes to buckles, I'm hopeless."

"Dear oh dear. You must be the shame of the regiment."

"A laughing stalk, indeed."

"What do your superiors do with you?"

Miss Hawthorne giggled sweetly, then turned her eyes away. "Ignore me," she said with a self-conscious smile. "I'm of next to no importance, so it's easily done."

Before Phoenix could make any sort of remark to the contrary, they were interrupted by Pearl, who had come to show off her ribbons. "Lend me some money, Mr. Nick," she begged. 

"You already owe me a fortune, Pearls."

"Allow me to oblige," Miss Hawthorne offered with a gracious bow.

"No, Miss Hawthorne, please -"

But before Phoenix could finish his sentence, Miss Hawthorne reached behind Pearl's ear and, with a flourish, withdrew a silver coin. It was a cheap trick, but Miss Hawthorne had a way of making everything she did look effortlessly charming. She handed the coin to Pearl, who happily made off to buy her ribbons, then turned to Phoenix with a smile. 

"I insist," she said with a wink.

After all the ribbons and buckles and other accessories were successfully paid for, Miss Hawthorne joined them all on the walk back to Kurain Manor. She entertained Phoenix with stories of her time in the militia, and in turn he told her about law school. They were about fifteen minutes from the house and nearing a large creek when the sound of horses drew everyone's attention. Phoenix looked up to see Mr. Edgeworth and Miss Von Karma riding towards them on horseback.

The lady, on distinguishing Maya, approached her and began earnestly inquiring after her health.

“How are you feeling, Miss Fey? You better not be so foolish as to walk when you are ill.”

"Oh, I'm quite well, don’t worry," Maya assured her. "And quite ready for the ball tomorrow."

"What do you think of my ribbons?" Pearl interrupted, dancing in front of her sister and waving her accessories for emphasis.

"…Very nice," Miss Von Karma answered stiffly. She looked a little uncomfortable. She must not be good with kids.

"Be sure to invite Miss Hawthorne!" Pearl added, dancing her way over to the red-haired lady. "She is a credit to her profession."

Phoenix looked up to see Mr. Edgeworth's eyes suddenly arrested by the sight of Miss Hawthorne, and was astonished as he watched the faces of both change colour. One turned red; the other, white. Miss Hawthorne, after a few moments, made a slight courtesy - a salutation that Mr. Edgeworth did not even both to return. He pulled on the reigns of his horse and turned away, riding off without so much as another glance. Miss Von Karma, though a little surprised at the abrupt departure, hastily said her goodbyes to Maya and followed after her brother.

Phoenix was burning with curiosity. Mr. Edgeworth was usually cold, yes, but this was different. He had looked angry, almost cruel. What could be the meaning behind it? It was impossible to guess; it was impossible not to wonder.

The family continued their walk home. Phoenix and Miss Hawthorne broke off from the rest to take shelter beneath a tree and talk. They spoke of many things; but Phoenix dared not approach the subject of Mr. Edgeworth, though he was longing to know Miss Hawthorne's connection to the man. His curiosity, however, was unexpectedly relieved by Miss Hawthorne bringing up the subject herself. She inquired if the ball mentioned earlier was to take place at Netherfield, and then in a more hesitant tone, asked how long Mr. Edgeworth had been a resident there.

"About a month," Phoenix replied. Then, unwilling to let the subject drop, he added, "forgive me, but are you acquainted with him? With Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Indeed," said Miss Hawthorne, "I've known him since his very first law case." 

Phoenix could not but look surprised.

"You may very well be surprised, Mr. Wright, especially given our cold greeting just now. Tell me, are you much acquainted with the gentleman?"

"As much as I ever wish to be," cried Phoenix very warmly. "I have spent four days in the same house as him, and I find him very disagreeable.”

“Perhaps I’m biased, but I’m inclined to agree with you.”

“Well,” said Phoenix, “I hope your plans in favor of Meryton will not be affected by your relationship with the gentleman."

"Oh! No. It is not for me to driven away. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. Not I.” Miss Hawthorne paused a little, then said, “you called him disagreeable before. Have you seen the papers?”

”Yes. He’s certainly made a name for himself.” Phoenix did not mention that it had been seeing Mr. Edgeworth’s name in the paper that had first stirred his desire to be a lawyer; a desire that seemed trifling now, when the man was so disagreeable. “I’ve never seen him in court,” Phoenix went on, “but I can only imagine he lives up to the rumours.”

Miss Hawthorne shook her head. “I’m afraid he does, and I can tell you about it personally. I was a witness in his first case four years ago.”

“A witness?” Phoenix exclaimed. “You?”

“Yes,” Miss Hawthorne replied, putting a dainty hand to her chest as if the words were painful to speak. “It was one of the worst days of my life.”

Phoenix listened with earnest curiosity, but did not break the silence. After a moment, she continued:

“I simply happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time to witness such a violent crime. I was brought onto the witness stand by Mr. Edgeworth himself. He briefed me minutely on what to say and how to conduct myself to ward off suspicion.”

Phoenix nodded. That sounds like Mr. Edgeworth.

“The defendant, an acknowledged criminal, saw me and went into a rage. He thought I was someone else, an ex-lover, I think. And during the trial, he acquired poison and, in the name of his… I think he called it his teen angel… he killed himself.”

Phoenix was in awe. “I’m… sorry,” he said tenderly. “That sounds horrible.” Miss Hawthorne sighed and looked away. 

"Mr. Edgeworth thought it was my fault. He opened up an investigation against me. It came up clean, of course, but after being suspected of such a crime, I fell into public disgrace."

"But how could he suspect you?" Phoenix said sympathetically. "Your very countenance speaks for itself! You couldn't possibly be a murderer!"

Miss Hawthorne smiled sweetly. "Had it merely been the investigation," she continued, "I could have bore with it. But he personally went to the courts and testified against me. I was to inherit a large fortune, you see, but Mr. Edgeworth claimed that a suspected convict could not be trusted with such wealth. The courts accepted his proposition, and withheld my fortune from me. When the living fell, it was given elsewhere."

"What!" Phoenix cried. "How cruel. Why would he do such a thing?"

"Mr. Edgeworth is a proud, ruthless man. Once he sets his sights on something, he refuses to give it up. To my understanding, he's never lost a case in his four-year career. How do you suppose that's possible? Because he lies and manipulates the truth to get what he wants."

"I had not thought Mr. Edgeworth so bad as this," said Phoenix. “Though I suspected him to be cheating his way to victory, I never thought him to stoop so low as to recall a woman’s rightful fortune. It is almost unbelievable.” But after a moment’s recollection, he said, “I do recall his boasting of the implacability of his temper at Netherfield. I suppose he holds his grudges.”

“He does indeed,” said Miss Hawthorne through clenched teeth.

Phoenix was deep in thought, and they lapsed into silence for a few moments before he said, “I wonder if such a great man will ever suffer any consequences of such despicable actions.”

"He has already fallen into public disgrace," said Miss Hawthorne. "People are beginning to see him for what he is; a demon. I cannot pretend to be disappointed in this public revelation. Some day, he will get exactly what he deserves."

"But what about you?" Phoenix asked.

"Unfortunately, there's no hope for me. Mr. Edgeworth has destroyed all of my prospects. I believe I am doomed to be a poor foot soldier forever. But," she amended, "sooner or later, he will be disbarred. And then he won't be able to hurt anyone ever again."

Phoenix admired her for such a sentiment and thought her handsomer than ever as she expressed it. They parted soon afterwards with mutual civility, and Phoenix went away with his head full of her. He could think of nothing but Miss Hawthorne, and of what she had told him, all the way home. 

***

While they were getting ready for the ball the following day, Phoenix related to Maya what had passed between Miss Hawthorne and himself. Maya listened with astonishment and concern; and at the first available opportunity of speaking, said:

"There must be some kind of mistake. Mr. Edgeworth could never do something like that. Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding?"

Phoenix sighed. "Oh, Maya, you never think ill of anybody."

Maya rolled her eyes and turned towards her brother with a reluctant smile. "I shall discover the truth from Miss Von Karma at the ball tonight."

"If it is not true," said Phoenix indignantly, "let Mr. Edgeworth refute it himself. Until he does, I hope never to see him again."

Maya hummed. "Poor, unfortunate Miss Hawthorne."

"Oh, on the contrary, Miss Hawthorne is twice the person Mr. Edgeworth is."

Maya laughed. "And let us hope a rather more willing dancer."

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Until Phoenix entered the drawing room at Netherfield and looked in vain for Miss Hawthorne among the clusters of red coats, a doubt of her being present had never occurred to him. The certainty of seeing her tonight had made him dress with more than usual care. He had been counting on engaging her for the first two dances at least. But in an instant, there arose in him the dreadful suspicion that Miss Hawthorne might have been purposefully omitted from the guest list for Mr. Edgeworth's pleasure; and the thought made him violently angry.

He approached Maya and asked if she had seen anything of Miss Hawthorne.

"No," said Maya, "and I don't believe we'll be seeing anything of her tonight. Apparently she's been unexpectedly called on some business to town."

"What kind of business?"

"I don't know. But my informer tells me she would be less inclined to be engaged were it not for the presence of... a certain gentleman here tonight."

Phoenix colored with anger. "That gentleman hardly warrants name."

Maya looked at him sympathetically and attempted to console him. "Let's dance, Nick. You and me."

"Oh, no. I wouldn't want to take you away from Miss Von Karma."

"Come on. Please."

Phoenix was dragged reluctantly to his feet and stood across from his sister. They danced together with spirit, and Phoenix soon forgot his misery over Dahlia's absence in the enjoyment of Maya's company. They talked and laughed and danced, and Phoenix was in such a good mood that he barely noticed the approach of Mr. Edgeworth. But before he could process what was happening, the other man did approach and said,

"Mr. Wright. Will you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?"

Phoenix quietly said, "yes."

Mr. Edgeworth gave a slight bow and walked away, and Phoenix was left to fret over his own absence of mind.

"Did I just agree to dance with Mr. Edgeworth?"

Maya, who had observed all this with a very amused smile, attempted to console him. "I daresay you will find him very agreeable."

"Heaven forbid! To find a man agreeable that one is determined to hate! Do not wish me such an evil."

But, unable to contain themselves over the absurdity of the situation, they both burst into laughter and ran to the dance floor so as to not keep Mr. Edgeworth waiting. 

Phoenix stood opposite his stiff-looking partner, and was at once conscious of the looks people were giving him in being allowed to stand up with such a partner. But he paid it no mind. Let's just get this over with. 

The music began.

Phoenix moved rhythmically through the dance, occasionally brushing up against his partner. Mr. Edgeworth who, stoic and cold, said not a word. Phoenix began to imagine that their silence would last through the whole dance; and for a moment, he was resolved not to break it. Until he realized, with smug satisfaction, that it might be a greater punishment to make the other man talk, and then he said with a simple smile, "I love this dance."

"Indeed," the other man replied. "Most invigorating."

They lapsed into silence yet again. After a slight pause, Phoenix inclined his head and said, "it is your turn to say something, Mr. Edgeworth. I talked about the dance, now you ought to remark on the size of the room or the number of couples."

Mr. Edgeworth smiled. "I am perfectly happy to oblige. Please advise me of what you would most like to hear."

"Very well. That reply will do for present. Perhaps by and by, I might observe that dancing is a most unbecoming practice for such a profession as a lawyer. But as we are both guilty of it, I can't resent you any more than myself."

"There's nothing wrong with a little harmless divulgence every now and then."

"Does your mentor agree?"

Mr. Edgeworth faltered a little, then coldly said, "do you talk as a rule while dancing?"

"No, of course not. I much prefer to be unsociable and tactile. Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?"

Mr. Edgeworth made no answer, and they were again silent until they had gone down the dance, and then he suddenly asked, "do you and your family very often walk to Meryton?"

"Yes," said Phoenix," we often walk to Meryton." Then, unable to contain himself, "when you met us there the other day, we'd just had the pleasure of forming a new acquaintance."

The effect was immediate. Mr. Edgeworth colored and looked away, and Phoenix, though cursing himself for his own cowardice, did not press him on it. At length, Mr. Edgeworth finally replied, "Miss Hawthorne is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure her making friends. Whether she may be capable of retaining them is less certain."

"She's been so unfortunate as to lose your friendship," Phoenix replied with emphasis. "And I dare say that is an irreversible event."

"It is," Mr. Edgeworth hissed, stopping in his movements to stare at the other man. "Why do you ask such a question?"

"To make out your character," said Phoenix, who had also stopped moving.

"That seems to be a habit of yours. Studying character."

"Indeed. But I've discovered very little about yours. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly."

"If you are so desperate to sketch my character, I can only hope to afford you more clarity in the future."

Phoenix said no more. They went down the rest of the dance and parted in silence, and on each side dissatisfied.

***

Phoenix did his best to avoid Mr. Edgeworth for the rest of the night, which turned out to be a remarkably easy task considering the other man mostly kept to himself in corners of the room. But he still felt the weight of Mr. Edgeworth's gaze for a sizeable chunk of the evening. He dared not approach the man again, however, and kept to the company of his friends.

"I saw you dancing with Mr. Edgeworth earlier," said Maya at the first opportunity of speaking. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing. He invited me to dance, and I accepted. We barely even spoke to each other."

"Do you think he fancies you?"

"Fancies me? Absolutely not. He's too proud to fancy anyone. If he ever does marry, it will be for business purposes, I promise you." Then, suddenly recollecting her promise earlier, he asked, "What did you discover from Miss Von Karma?"

Maya shook her head. "She does not know all the particulars of Mr. Edgeworth's relationship with Miss Hawthorne,  but she has assured me that the young lady deserved every bit of retribution that was given to her. She said by her brother's account, Miss Hawthorne deserves to be in jail."

"Yes, that's what I expected. But she does not know details?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Then I'm satisfied to think of the matter as I did before."

"Don't you think you're being a little too hard on him, Nick?"

Maybe a little, Phoenix conceded internally, but he shook his head. "Never mind him - how is Miss Von Karma?"

Maya was gratified for the change in subject, and gushed about her dances with Miss Von Karma happily. "She asked me to call her Franziska," she said. "We're on a first name basis, Nick!"

"I'm happy for you, Maya."

And he meant it. 

Maya soon after went away to the dining hall, and Phoenix found Larry in the crowd.

”Have you found any fine ladies to dance with?” He asked his friend, smiling.

Larry shook his head. “I tried courting Miss Von Karma again, but it seems she’s completely devoted to Maya.”

”Yes,” Phoenix agreed with a satisfied air. “I think she likes Maya very much. And they are not in any danger of being discovered. Maya is just as friendly and amiable with Miss Von Karma as any other.”

Larry bit his lips. “Isn’t that a bad thing?”

”What do you mean?”

”Well,” said Larry, “if she is able to hide her feelings from the world, that’s perfectly fine. But if she hides her feelings from Miss Von Karma, she might lose to her chance of securing her. I think a woman ought to show more affection than she feels. Miss Von Karma likes your sister, undoubtedly. But she might not do more if Maya does not help her on.”

”But she does help her on. Maya spends more time with Miss Von Karma than anybody else. Surely that can’t be misinterpreted?”

”True. But Maya attaches herself to anything with total, reckless commitment. She should snatch Miss Von Karma up quick. There will be plenty of time to fall in love after they’re married.”

”Your plan is a good one,” said Phoenix, “if the object is only to secure a wife. But Maya is not acting by that design. All she can really be sure of is that she likes Miss Von Karma immensely. She still doesn’t even know what to do with her feelings.”

“Well,” said Larry with a shrug, “I wish Maya all the best. But if I were her, I would make my advances more clear.”

”That’s just because that’s what you desire in a partner. You want them fawning all over you. How many marriage proposals have you made?”

This opened up a new dialogue on the subject of Larry’s failed romantic endeavours, and Phoenix was so occupied in laughing at his friend’s expense that he hardly noticed when Mr. Edgeworth left the room.

***

Edgeworth was resolved to spend the rest of the night in his quarters where he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed. He could hear the party below him and the sounds of laughter and music, but he had no desire to rejoin the festivities. He was currently replaying every moment of his dance with Mr. Wright in his head over and over again until he was almost sick with embarrassment.

How could I have said such things?

The subject of Dahlia Hawthorne had certainly roused his temper; but even so, he should have controlled himself better. 

His solitary reflections were interrupted by a knock at the door, and before he could answer, Franziska was suddenly standing before him, arms crossed. “Little brother, what are you doing in here?”

”I don’t feel well,” Edgeworth fibbed.

Franziska rolled her eyes and took a seat on the bed next to him. “Do not be so foolish as to lie to me, little brother. The next words to come out of your mouth had better be the truth, or you’ll be receiving a mouthful of whip instead.”

This was not a threat to be taken lightly, but Edgeworth only sighed. “I hope,” said he, desirous of changing the subject, “that you are not keeping Miss Fey waiting for you downstairs.”

Franziska scoffed. “She was courted by a young man earlier. She seems to be enjoying herself.”

Edgeworth arched an eyebrow at the hint of jealousy in his sister’s voice. “Are you in love with her?”

Franziska coughed, and struggled to compose herself. “She is the most foolish girl I have ever encountered. She’s a terrible dancer. Her laugh is too loud. Her table manners are abysmal.”

”But you like her anyway.”

Franziska looked away and made no reply.

”You should be sure of her affection before you make a move.”

Franziska looked at him archly. “What do you mean by that?” She asked.

”Well,” said Edgeworth, “her mother seems desirous of her marrying prudently. She’s talked many times about an advantageous union with the Von Karmas. In public.”

”Yes, I’ve heard. I don’t care about that fool.”

”Hm,” said Edgeworth. “But I would hate to see you forced into a one-sided marriage because Miss Fey is being pressured to marry by her mother. However, if you are sure of her affection, there is no need to worry.”

It was a question, not a statement, but it was several moments before Franziska could reply, “she is… just as lovely and amiable with everyone as she is with me.”

”She is a charming young woman,” Edgeworth admitted. “And capable, I dare say, of capturing any woman’s heart.”

Franziska looked a little pained at this, but only shook her head. “I… would not wish her to enter a marriage with which she is not comfortable. She does not deserve it. And I know my temper can sometimes be…” she trailed off, and said no more.

”It is nothing on your part, Franziska. Maybe she doesn’t like girls at all.”

”That is a distinct possibility.”

They were silent for several moments, and then Franziska looked up and him with a smile. “Well,” she said, “and what about Mr. Phoenix Wright?”

”What about him?”

”He is a most foolish fool indeed,” Franziska grinned. “And you like him anyway.”

Edgeworth spluttered. “I never said -“

”I’m no fool, little brother.”

Edgeworth felt scrutinized beneath the weight of his sister’s gaze, and after a few moments, he could not but look away. “Perhaps I do,” he said quietly.

”A foolish fool who foolishly dreams a romantic fool’s dream.”

Edgeworth shook his head. “Indeed.”

”Well then, when am I to wish you joy, little brother?”

”I’m not going to marry him,” Edgeworth said resolutely. “He’s - he’s a defense attorney. You know what would happen.”

Franziska gave him a cold look. “A Von Karma takes what they want without mercy.”

”I’m not a Von Karma.”

They were both silent for a few moments. Franziska narrowed her eyes, but spoke not a word. Instead, she stood up and offered her hand.

”Come, Miles Edgeworth.”

Edgeworth silently took it.

Chapter Text

After breakfast the following morning, with several of them hungover and weary from the previous night, the Fey family took it upon themselves to venture to Meryton for some post-party remedies. It was a mercifully cloudy day out, but Morgan and her children still wore their hats low over their faces to shield themselves from the light. 

Phoenix himself sported a splitting headache and dark bruises under his eyes, and it was a most inconvenient chance that he should meet Miss Hawthorne while he was in such a state of disarray. She didn't seem to notice, however, and was glad to see him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the ball last night," she said with a sad smile.

"What happened?" Phoenix asked.

"I found as the time drew near that I had better not go. To be in the same room as Mr. Edgeworth for so many hours... my poor heart couldn't bear it. My absence, I admit, was self-imposed. It's a shame. I would have liked to dance with you."

Phoenix eagerly returned the sentiment, and assured Miss Hawthorne that there would be plenty of other balls for them to attend together. They had leisure for a full conversation before Morgan called Phoenix away and the family returned to the house. When they had arrived home, a servant announced that two letters had arrived; one, addressed to Phoenix, from Skye Lodge, and the other for Maya from Netherfield.

Naturally, Maya’s letter was much more significant, and the whole family crowded round as she opened it hastily. “Could it be another invitation to dine?” Morgan wondered aloud. But they were all surprised when Maya withdrew two sheets of paper written quite through in a woman’s fair, flowing hand. It was certainly more than any of them had expected.

Maya excused herself to her room to read the letter privately, leaving the rest of the family to speculate about its contents. Morgan, indeed, was worked up into quite a frenzy. Phoenix took the opportunity of reading his own letter, which was to this effect:

DEAR MR. WRIGHT,

If you do not join Lana and I for dinner tomorrow evening, we will be in danger of hating you forever, for you declined our last invitation, and you are quite a visit in our debt. Feel free to stay a few weeks if it should please you.

Sincerely,

EMA SKYE

Phoenix was happy to accept such an invitation, and would have replied immediately if he was not waiting for Maya’s reappearance. She did, in fact, reappear a quarter of an hour later and appearing no less cheerful than she had been before.

But Phoenix, who knew her well, saw real sorrow in her eyes, and immediately knew that something was wrong. 

"Miss Von Karma wrote to tell me she's going away," Maya announced to the whole family. "Her father has some business to tend to that is taking them away from Netherfield. They are not sure when they are to return."

The whole family exclaimed at this news. Morgan in particular expressed a great deal of concern upon hearing it. “How unlucky,” cried she, “that the lady is to go away just as you were getting so well acquainted. But, well, I’m sure she will not be gone long. She will return sooner or later, and when she does, we will certainly have her over for dinner. At least three courses,” she promised with a smile towards Maya.

The family went their separate ways. Maya made a slight incline of the head towards Phoenix, directing him to follow her towards her room. Once they were alone, she related, with some gravity, the true contents of the letter.”

“It has shocked me a great deal,” she said. “It is true that the whole party has departed Netherfield - but it seems they have no intention of coming back to town.”

She read aloud the first few sentences which contained a detailed explanation of the family's absence, and their business elsewhere. The next part was in the following words:

"My father is very anxious to leave Netherfield, and I am scarcely less eager to depart the country. I do not pretend to have any regret in leaving anything behind except your friendship, Miss Fey, and will certainly maintain a steady correspondence with you while I am gone.”

"Well, that's certainly very nice," said Phoenix.

"She said friendship," Maya bemoaned. "Surely it was more than that? And she used my last name, I thought we were on a first name basis. But there's more: here's what she says on the next page":

"My father is displeased with the sentimentality I have shown towards the country. He dislikes us to have any strong attachments. As such, I do not think he intends for us to return in the next year or two. He insists that my focus must be on my career, and I am obliged to be of his opinion. 

"What do you think of this, Nick?" Maya said sadly. "It's obvious by this that she comes no more this year.”

“It’s only obvious that her father does not wish her to.”

“But by willingly departing the country, she means to prove to her father, to me, to everyone, that she does not love me, and never has."

"She loves you, Maya. Do not give up," Phoenix said firmly. Then, upon seeing the frailty in his sister's face, he continued softly, "Mia is travelling to London tomorrow to visit Mr. Armando. Go with her. Let it be known that you are there, and I am certain Miss Von Karma will come to you." Then, giving his sister a kiss on the forehead, he said, "do not make yourself uneasy. Anybody could see how much she cared about you."

"But even supposing the best," said Maya, "can I be happy with a woman whose family is wishing her not to marry?"

"You must decide for yourself. And if, upon mature deliberation, you find that the misery of disobliging her father outweighs the happiness of being her wife, by all means I encourage you to reject her advantages."

"Nick!" Maya said smiling. "How can you talk so? You know I could not hesitate." 

"I did not think so," said Phoenix smugly, “and therefore I cannot consider your situation with much compassion."

"But if she comes back no more this year, my choice will be made for me. Many things can happen in twelve months!" 

The idea of her coming back no more Phoenix treated with the utmost contempt. It seemed merely the wish of her father and brother, not the lady herself. He could not suppose Miss Von Karma liable to bend to anyone's will, as tough and stubborn as she was.

He repeated to his sister as forcibly as possible his opinion on the subject, and Maya was soon forced to think as he thought, and Phoenix saw the happy effect of his words transform his sister's face into an expression of hope and delight.

"But you must not tell my mother the whole story," Maya said. "She is already unhappy enough with what she knows."

“You may depend upon my secrecy,” Phoenix assured her. “I don’t wish to cause a scene.”

They then proceeded downstairs together to ask Mia if Maya could join in her travels to London. Mia was happy to partake in the scheme, and there was plenty of room in the carriage for Maya to stretch out comfortably and immediately fall asleep.

Phoenix made his goodbyes to his sister, and with Maya sleeping in the coach, he took the opportunity of whispering to Mia, "I fancy Maya is in love with Miss Von Karma."

Mia smiled. "That's good. A girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her a sort of distinction among her companions.”

"I'm telling you because I'm hoping you'll run into her in London," Phoenix said with emphasis, "Keep an eye out, okay?"

Mia assured him she would do so, and they parted with a tender embrace. Maya waved from the back of the carriage, and Morgan, who was watching from the doorway, sighed.

"Poor Maya. It's such a hard thing to be parted from the one you love. And such a disappointment to the family. I do hope she meets Miss Von Karma in London. It would do wonders for her spirits. I can't stand to have her around when she's moping like this."

Phoenix said nothing. 

"My Pearl has the right attitude," Morgan went on. "She would not have let Miss Von Karma slip through her fingers."

"She's nine," Phoenix said incredulously.

"And already a good deal more clever than some of my other daughters."

Phoenix put it out of his power to argue with Morgan by walking away, and went to answer Ema’s letter. A little time away, he thought, would do very nicely right now. 

***

Edgeworth could not help casting a wistful glance behind him as the carriage departed from Netherfield. He could not but think, as they rode along, of Phoenix Wright. Of his eyes, his voice, his laughter, of everything. Something was beginning to stir in him as they got further and further from the country; but he could not put a name to it. 

”I’m glad to finally be rid of that place,” said Von Karma. “The house itself was perfectly adequate, but the company of the country is unbearable. Everywhere there is such an intolerable sense of self-importance. Especially in that one family, the Feys.”

Neither of his children could be prevailed upon to answer him.

”It will be good to get away,” Von Karma continued, determined to make them speak. “Don’t you think so, Miles?”

”Yes, sir.”

”You don’t sound convinced. You were always more fond of the country.” Von Karma raised an eyebrow. “Or perhaps you’re missing someone in particular?”

”No, sir.”

”Good. Because we won’t be returning for a long time.” Von Karma surveyed his daughter as he spoke, but Franziska was resolutely looking out the window. “I hope you both got a chance to say your goodbyes.”

”I didn’t,” said Franziska, though it was spoken quietly enough that her father could not hear over the sound of the wind and the horses.

There was the familiar tone in her voice, which Edgeworth himself recognized and felt likewise. It was building to a crescendo now, almost overpowering him.

If he didn’t know better, he would think it was regret.

Chapter Text

Phoenix departed for Skye Lodge early the next morning, making his goodbyes to his two sisters and his mother, who barely gave him a glance. "Have the carriage sent back by tomorrow," was the only thing she said as he departed.

It was about half a day's journey to Skye Lodge, and Phoenix was very content to travel alone, using the time afforded to go over some case files. Eventually the rolling slopes and exquisite foliage of the Chief of Police came into view, which was only a ten mile from Skye Lodge. Phoenix smiled recollecting that Mr. Edgeworth was familiar with its inhabitant.

At length, the desired house became visible. It was a modest place, by no means extravagant, but elegant and tasteful, a credit to Miss Skye's taste. Ema and her sister appeared in the doorway to welcome him, and Phoenix threw open the carriage door and dropped down onto the gravel pathway. He ran to his friend, who welcomed him with the liveliest pleasure, and Phoenix found himself quite satisfied with being so affectionately received. 

"How are you?” He asked, embracing her. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

"Whose fault is that?" Ema asked stoutly, pulling away to give him a pointed look.

"Touché." 

He then turned to Lana, whose reception of him was much more formal and cold. "Mr. Wright," she said stiffly. She always seemed a bit uncomfortable around him, but then again, Miss Skye always seemed a bit uncomfortable in general. Phoenix made a mental note to look into it at a later date. Presently, she was continuing: "how is your... your family?"

This called to mind an image of Mia, and Phoenix smiled as he remembered that the two had an intimate history together. "Quite well. I thank you. Mia and Maya are travelling to London together." He did not mention that Mia was visiting Mr. Armando; he figured that was one detail Miss Skye could do without. 

“I am glad to hear it,” she said quietly.

The two sisters then took Phoenix into the drawing room, and Ema could scarcely talk fast enough to tell all that she had to say about her recent scientific investigations. Phoenix listened, fond, but only absorbed about half of what she was saying. But she roused him from his thoughts by saying, “By the way, Mr. Wright, I meant to tell you that we've been invited to dine at the Chief's house tonight. Lana received the invitation this morning. A stroke of good luck, don't you think? He keeps a very good table."

"I'm familiar with the Chief,” said Phoenix. “What sort of neighbour does he make?"

"A very attentive one. I've only met him a few times, but he seems a respectable man at the very least."

"Certainly," said Phoenix, "a reliable, trustworthy, respectable man."

"But I must confess that he is intimidating," continued Ema. "His rank and fortune make him a most formidable man. With so much money, he might as well own half of Derbyshire."

The miserable half, Phoenix quipped internally, but said nothing.

The next few hours passed in lively conversation between Ema and Phoenix. Lana joined in occasionally with some quip or observation, but she mostly just kept to herself. When it hit five, Ema showed Phoenix to his room and went away to get ready for dinner herself. Phoenix washed and dressed himself with his usual care, and no sooner had he finished straightening his tie than Ema was back at his door urging him to hurry up so as to not keep the Chief waiting.

”He dislikes cold food more than anything,” said she with a worried look.

The three of them made their way to Rosings Park, the Chief’s house, on foot, since it was little more than half a mile’s journey, and the weather was perfect for walking. Ema was nervously playing with her glasses, and Lana was grave and silent. 

Though Phoenix had met the Chief of Police a number of times, he had never actually been to his house. The park was very large, and contained a great variety of ground. They entered it through its lowest point and walked for some time through a beautiful woods until they reached the grand, gaudy-looking building. As they ascended the steps to the entrance, Ema’s alarm seemed to be increasing at every moment, and even Lana did not seem perfectly calm. Phoenix, however, felt himself to be quite equal to the scene, and could observe the entrance hall calmly. It was just as ostentatious as he’d expected, but he still took note of the expensive tapestries and fine furnishings. He’s got a good interior designer, I’ll give him that.

They followed a servant to the room where Chief Gant was sitting. With great condescension, the Chief arose to receive them; and though no introductions needed to be made, as they were all acquainted with one another, Chief Gant still felt it necessary to shake them all vigorously by the hand.

"Good to see you again, Wrighto, m'boy," he said, clapping Phoenix on the shoulder. "How are things in court? Not making a fool of yourself I hope?"

"Not yet, sir," Phoenix replied through clenched teeth. 

"And Lana! Always a pleasure to see you, my dear." 

Lana looked especially uncomfortable at the Chief's words, but she held out her hand to him anyway. Gant then turned to Ema with a smile. "Well well. What do we have here? Miss Ema Skye. How are your studies treating you, young lady?”

"V-very well, sir, thank you!" Ema said nervously.

"Glad to hear it. You certainly have a promising future. Provided nothing unexpected happens.” Chief Gant looked at Lana as he spoke, smile widening, and looked like he would have said more, but they were all interrupted by the entrance of two gentlemen. One of them, Phoenix recognized instantly, and he could not help loudly exclaiming, "Mr. Edgeworth! What are you doing here?"

Mr. Edgeworth looked a little surprised at being thus addressed, but he only made a slight bow in response. Phoenix, remembering himself, just deigned to return it. "Mr. Wright," the other man said at length, "I was invited here by Chief Gant on some business."

"You know each other, Wrighto?" Gant asked, looking pointedly at Phoenix.

"Yes sir, I... had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Edgeworth while he was at Netherfield."

"Oh!" Exclaimed the other man who had entered with Mr. Edgeworth, and Phoenix noticed absently that it was that scruffy detective that often accompanied the Von Karma family. "You're that criminal, aren't you? Harry Butz."

"No, no!" Phoenix cried emphatically. "I'm Phoenix! Phoenix Wright!" How could anybody confuse me for Larry?

"It's good to see you again, pal," said Detective Gumshoe. "We were just about to sit down to dinner."

"It's a very good spread tonight," said Gant. "You'll like it, Wrighto. Trust me."

Phoenix thanked him for his hospitality and took his place at the table. To his dismay, however, Gant had arranged the table so that he was seated between Mr. Edgeworth and Lana. The latter was resolutely determined not to speak, and ate her food diligently. And the former, after a few moments of silence, said, “I trust your family is in good health, Mr. Wright.”

”They are, thank you,” Phoenix replied. Then, struck with an idea, he said, "my two sisters are in town this week. Perhaps you've happened to hear of their arrival?"

Mr. Edgeworth looked a little confused. “I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing them, no.”

”How unfortunate. I’m sure word will reach town soon of their arrival.”

”I would think so. Your younger sister in particular has a formidable presence.”

Here, they were interrupted by Gant, who called to ask what they were talking of. Phoenix replied, "Mr. Edgeworth is just asking about my family, sir."

"Your family! Then pray, speak aloud. How is Miss Morgan Fey? Still as sensible a woman as ever?" 

“Yes sir.”

”She always insists on having me over for Christmas. I oblige the poor woman, of course. She seems like she could use the company. How about your sisters, Mr. Wright? Have any of them married like she desires?”

"Not one."

"How unfortunate. I'm sure it will happen eventually. Do you have any desire to marry yourself?”

”Certainly, if I were to meet the right person.”

”You are a romantic, then.”

”Perhaps.”

Phoenix felt all the imprudence of all these questions, but said nothing. Gant was silent for a few moments, then spoke again, ”What do you do in your free time? Have you been practicing piano?"

"A little, sir, but I still play quite poorly."

Mr. Edgeworth lifted up his eyes at this and looked as if he wished to say something, but remained resolutely silent.

"Some time or other after dinner, we shall be happy to hear you. My instrument is a capital one. Probably far superior to- ah, well, you shall try it. Did you attend music school as well as law?"

"I only attended law school for a twelve-month. I dropped out and was apprenticed by my sister."

"By your sister! Well, this is certainly news. I never knew you had dropped out of law school. I hope you were well attended to by your sister. A lawyer requires constant application. Do you think your sister was capable of giving you a quality education?"

"That I couldn't say for sure," said Phoenix, and he could not help smiling as he continued, "you'll have to see me in court and judge for yourself. I trust I'll meet you there one of these days."

"Upon my word," said the Chief, "you give your opinion very decidedly. Which is a good thing for a lawyer, but a bad thing for a gentleman."

"Perhaps it's impossible for a man to be both."

Gant looked a little astonished at this, but said no more on the subject, and they all finished their dinner in silence. Mr. Edgeworth, Phoenix noticed, had began fixing his eyes upon him again, this time with an expression of wonder. Phoenix did not return his gaze; he merely ate and drank, and did not say another word until they were dismissed from their places at the table.

***

"Come, Mr. Wright, and play for us."

Phoenix, who had been admiring the Chief's selection of artwork, turned around, startled at the request. "No, I beg you," he said. "I assure you I play quite poorly under pressure."

"Nonsense! We need a good song after such a delightful meal. Music helps with digestion, didn't you know?"

"I am not in the right frame of mind, sir. I would only disgrace myself."

”I’m sure you exaggerate. Come.”

”No, really, I’m not equal to it.”

"Mr. Wright," said the Chief with a wide grin, "I will not ask you again."

Phoenix felt the gaze of the entire room upon him. It was not within his power to argue, not over something like this, so with a resolved air, he sat down to the instrument and cracked his knuckles. He began playing, and though his performance was by no means capital, it was light and pleasing to the ear. Gant listened to half a song, then turned and began talking to Mr. Edgeworth; til the latter walked away from him and made his way with his usual deliverance over to the piano, and positioned himself so as to have a full view of the other man’s performance. Phoenix saw what he was doing, and at the first available pause, he looked up from the piano and said archly, “you mean to frighten me, Mr. Edgeworth, by coming in all this state to hear me?”

“Indeed, I only wish to watch your technique.”

“So that you can criticize it, I fancy.”

“No,” said Mr. Edgeworth, “nobody who has had been admitted to the privilege of hearing you can think anything wanting. And I am well enough acquainted with you, Mr. Wright, to know that my criticisms would not be taken to heart.”

Phoenix laughed heartily at this. “You are quite right. I never listen to anybody but myself. Which, I suppose, is why I don’t play the piano very well. But indeed, Mr. Edgeworth, you are very cruel in exposing my character when I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree of credibility. You had better hope that I am not provoked to retaliate.”

“I am not afraid of you,” said Mr. Edgeworth with a smile.

Detective Gumshoe, who had been listening from across the room, strode over and, eager to take part in the conversation, said to Phoenix, “pray let me hear what you have to accuse him of! I should like to know how Mr. Edgeworth behaves among strangers.”

“You really care to know?” Phoenix asked, raising an eyebrow. “Prepare yourself for something very dreadful. The first time I met him was at a ball, if you recall, and he danced with nobody at all - even though gentlemen were scarce, and there was more than one young lady without a partner.”

Mr. Edgeworth scoffed. “I knew nobody beyond my own party.”

“True. And nobody can ever be introduced in a ballroom. Well, Detective, what shall I play next? You’ve listened to Mr. Edgeworth and myself for long enough, you ought to be allowed to choose the next song.”

Detective Gumshoe thought for a moment. “Yankee Lady?” He asked.

Phoenix blinked. “I… don’t know that one,” he said. “Any other requests?”

Detective Gumshoe could not answer, though, as he was suddenly called away by Chief Gant, leaving Phoenix alone with Mr. Edgeworth. The other man met his gaze solemnly. Phoenix was the first to look away, and he began playing a few bars before he was interrupted by Mr. Edgeworth speaking very softly.

“I do not have the talent,” said he, “of conversing easily with those I have never met before.”

Phoenix could not help smiling. “Perhaps you should take the Chief’s advice and practice.”

Edgeworth looked a little wounded at that and said no more, and Phoenix, with a satisfied air, continued playing until the other man walked away.

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Phoenix was sitting by himself the next morning and writing to Maya while Ema and Lana had gone out the the village. They had invited him to go with them, but he kindly declined, feeling the necessity of writing to his little sister. He had received a letter earlier that morning comprising a few lines that made it clear Maya was not happy. She hadn't heard a word from Miss Von Karma since being in London, and had given up hope of seeing her at all. Phoenix wished he was there to accompany her, and was in the middle of writing her a very heartfelt letter.

He was startled, however, by a knock at the door, and began hastily putting away his half-finished letter when the door suddenly opened and, to his very great surprise, Mr. Edgeworth and Mr. Edgeworth only walked into the room. 

He did not seem the least bit surprised, either, on finding Phoenix there alone; though he did look somewhat flushed and out of breath, as if he had arrived in a hurry. Phoenix, perplexed, assumed that he had come on business, and accordingly said, “I’m afraid Miss Skye has gone to town. She should be back soon.”

”I did not come for her.”

”Oh,” said Phoenix dumbfounded. “Okay. Please, do be seated.”

Mr. Edgeworth sat down, but had nothing further to say, and they seemed in danger of sinking into total silence. It was absolutely necessary, therefore, to find some topic of conversation. After a few moments, and feeling curious on what he would say on the subject, Phoenix observed,

"how very suddenly you all quitted Netherfield last week, Mr. Edgeworth! I'm surprised to not see your sister and mentor here with you. Are they well?”

"Quite well. Thank you."

Phoenix found that this was the only reply he was to receive, and after a moment's pause, he continued, "I think I understood that your mentor does not wish ever to return to the country?"

"I have never heard him say so outright, but it is true that he dislikes to stay in one place for too long.”

Phoenix hummed. "Have you ever heard the tale of the town mouse and the country mouse?” He asked after a moment.

Mr. Edgeworth looked a little confused. "I have."

"And?”

”And what?”

"Well, the town mouse lives a life of luxury tortured by fear, and the country mouse lives a simple life of peace and safety." Phoenix raised an eyebrow. "Which would you prefer?"

"When you phrase it like that, it makes the country mouse seem much more appealing. But you forget that in order to change the world, one must live in it."

"Change the world? That sounds exhausting. I'll start with changing my clothes every day."

Mr. Edgeworth drew his chair a little towards Phoenix and said, "Everybody wants to be a hero in some way. Everybody wants to change the world at least a little."

Phoenix looked surprised. The gentleman experienced some change of feeling; he drew back his chair, took up a newspaper, and after surveying it for a moment, said in a colder voice, "this is a charming house. Miss Skye has excellent taste."

Phoenix gave a short affirmation, and they said no more. A few minutes passed in silence before the door was opened, signaling the return of the Skye sisters. Mr. Edgeworth stood from his place at the table and said, "good day, Mr. Wright. It's been a pleasure." He then hastily made his way out of the room, only giving the two sisters a slight bow on his way out. Ema then entered with two handfuls of shopping bags and a very amused smile on her face.

"What on earth have you done to poor Mr. Edgeworth?" She asked, incredulous.

"I have no idea.”

***

This, unfortunately, was not the only time Phoenix unexpectedly met Mr. Edgeworth. 

Twice more did he encounter the man while he was making a solitary walk through the park. He could usually be assured of solitude during his outdoor strolls; so to encounter Mr. Edgeworth was a most ill-time, unlucky event. 

“I did not know you walked, Mr. Edgeworth,” he said contemptuously.

”I’m picking up the habit,” the other man replied with a smile.

Phoenix felt all the misfortune of such a chance encounter, and made a point of telling Mr. Edgeworth that he walked along the park every morning. He was sure, with that information in mind, that Mr. Edgeworth would take care to avoid him. But the next day, to his astonishment, the man was waiting for him yet again. It seemed like willful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for, on both occasions, Mr. Edgeworth did not just make a few formal inquiries and be on his way, but he actually felt it necessary to turn and walk back with Phoenix. He didn't say much, and Phoenix did not distress himself by trying to talk to him.

But it struck him, on their second encounter, that Mr. Edgeworth was asking him some odd unconnected questions - questions about his employment, his friends, his family, and, oddly, his favorite foods. Phoenix was confused, but answered with as much civility as he could. He realized, at last, that Mr. Edgeworth was practicing; though he did not understand why.

Phoenix’s final day at Skye Lodge approached quickly. The sky that morning was dark and gloomy, and thunder was rumbling in the distance, and Phoenix was certain that with the weather as it was, he would not be so unfortunate as to run into Mr. Edgeworth a third time. But as he was nearing the parsonage, he was approached by a man, and fearing it to be Mr. Edgeworth, he struck into another path to avoid him. But the man followed, and Phoenix saw, to his infinite relief, that it was not Mr. Edgeworth but Detective Gumshoe. He immediately broke into a smile. “Detective! Forgive me, I thought you were someone else.”

"Who, pal?”

Phoenix shook his head. "Never mind - are you walking this way as well?"

Gumshoe replied that he was, and invited Phoenix to walk the rest of the way with him. Phoenix accepted, and happily fell into step alongside Gumshoe.

"So how long do you plan to stay in this part of London, Detective?"

"As long as Mr. Edgeworth chooses. I'm at his disposal."

"Is that so?"

"I suppose I could leave," Gumshoe mused, "but I would probably have my salary cut again. I'm down to peanuts as is."

"Hm," Phoenix said with contempt. "I see Edgeworth is just as callous to you as he is to everyone else. I think his sister is the only person I've seen him be civil towards."

"Mr. Edgeworth cares very deeply about his sister," said Gumshoe ardently. "In fact, he told me on my way here that he'd just saved her from an imprudent marriage."

Phoenix colored. "What?"

"Apparently, Miss Von Karma was planning to propose to another young lady. I'm not sure who, exactly. But Mr. Edgeworth put a stop to it just in time."

"He put a stop to it?" Phoenix's eyes flickered to Mr. Edgeworth, who was sitting a few rows ahead of them. "Did he... give a reason for his interference?"

"There were apparently strong objections to the relationship as a whole.”

“What kind of objections? Her lack of fortune?”

”I believe her situation was generally considered unsuitable.”

Phoenix stared straight ahead and swallowed. "So he separated them."

"I believe so. I know nothing else."

Phoenix was quiet for a moment, his heart numb, his thoughts racing. Detective Gumshoe asked him what was the matter, but he only shook his head and said,

"Mr. Edgeworth's conduct does not suit my feelings. Why was he to be the judge of his sister's life?"

"Well, I can only think there wasn't much affection in the first place, pal."

"Yes," said Phoenix through gritted teeth. "That can be the only possible explanation."

He walked on, his heart swelling with indignation, and when it began to rain and Gumshoe ran ahead to take shelter, Phoenix hardly noticed. He continued walking at a slow, steady pace until he was absolutely soaked, but he didn't care. He was far past the point of caring. 

He made a detour on his way back to Skye Lodge, finding refuge from the rain underneath a large pillar. There, he had time to think without interruption of all that he had heard.

If Gumshoe was not mistaken, Mr. Edgeworth had purposefully separated them; had gone out of his way, in fact, to take his sister to London where she could no longer in ration sense pursue a relationship with Maya. 

Her "situation" was the only unfavourable thing about her. To Maya herself, there could be no objection. She did not have the manners for high society, but her temper and wit were excellent. It had been nothing but pride that had caused Mr. Edgeworth's interference; the worst, most repulsive kind of pride that would cause one to separate a young couple in love. 

Phoenix took a moment to catch his breath and collect his racing thoughts, and in doing so he did not notice the approach of another man until it was too late; and Mr. Edgeworth was immediately before him. He was also soaked through, and it was clear that he had been out in the rain for some time, his grey hair plastered against his cheekbones, his suit sticking to his collarbone.

Phoenix was shocked and disgusted to see him, especially in such an unkempt state, but he said not a word. Mr. Edgeworth came towards him in an agitated manner, and immediately began speaking.

"Mr. Wright," said he, "I've... been searching for you for some time now. I came here with the single object of seeing you. I must speak with you."

Phoenix was resolutely silent.

"In vain, I have struggled. Against every rational expectation, every logical fallacy, and even against my better judgement. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. I need to tell you, to get it off my chest. I am asking you now to end my agony.”

Phoenix looked up with earnest confusion. "I don't understand."

"I love you."

The words were said in an excited rush, and for a moment there were meaningless syllables run together like chalk in the rain. Then they snapped into place and became a blow, and Phoenix was left to stare, to wonder, to doubt. He did not say a word, however, and Mr. Edgeworth took a step forward before saying, “please do me the honour of accepting my hand.”

Phoenix’s amazement was beyond expression, but he could not be flattered nor pleased by such an address. It took him several moments to formulate a reply; but after collecting himself, he fixed Mr. Edgeworth with a cold glare and said, 

“Sir, I would not wish to willingly cause pain to anyone, and it is unfortunate that I must do so now. But it is unavoidable. I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. But I’m sure the feelings which, as you’ve told me, have hindered your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it.”

Mr. Edgeworth seemed to catch these words with no less resentment than surprise. His complexion became very pale, and after a few moment’s pause, he said at length, “is your reply?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you - are you laughing at me?”

“No.”

”Are you rejecting me?”

“In every sense of the word,” Phoenix replied with a nod.

Mr. Edgeworth paused a little, then spoke again. “Might I inquire why with so little attempt at civility I am thus repulsed?”

“You certainly may, but I might as well inquire,” replied Phoenix, “why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgement, against your will, and even against your character.”

Mr. Edgeworth looked startled. “No, believe me, I didn’t-“

“If I was uncivil,” Phoenix continued, “then that is some excuse. But I have other reasons. You know I have.”

“What reasons?”

“Do you think any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?”

As he pronounced these words, Mr. Edgeworth changed color; but he listened without interruption as Phoenix spoke on:

“I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. You have been the only means of dividing them from each other, exposing your sister to the censure of the world for caprice and instability, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind.”

As he spoke, Phoenix noticed, with no small indignation, that Mr. Edgeworth was listening to his words with an air that proved him wholly unmoved by them.

“Do you deny it, Mr. Edgeworth?” Phoenix asked. 

With assumed tranquility, the other man replied. “I do not deny it.”

Phoenix was incredulous. “How could you do it?”

“Because I believed your sister to be indifferent.”

“Indifferent?”

"I was at first convinced of Miss Fey's attraction to my sister, but after speaking to her more closely, I've determined that abundant affection is simply in her nature.”

Phoenix gritted his teeth. What kind of backhanded compliment is that? “That doesn’t give you any right to intervene in her personal life.”

“I did it for her own good. To her, I have been kinder than to myself.”

Phoenix snorted. “And I suppose you thought that her fortune had something to do with the whole affair.”

“No, I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonor. Though it was suggested -“

“What was?” Phoenix asked sharply. 

“It was made perfectly clear that securing an advantageous marriage was the design of your family.”

“My sister gave no such impression!”

“But your foster mother certainly did, and she seems earnest to take advantage of whatever fortune her children can earn her.”

Phoenix was shocked at this indolence, and even Mr. Edgeworth himself seemed a little ashamed. “Forgive me,” he said, “you and your sister I must exclude from this.”

This conciliation could by no means relieve Phoenix of his anger, and he inclined his head as he asked with great indignation, “and what about Miss Hawthorne?”

There was that same flash of colour in Edgeworth's face - that anger that he'd expressed upon first seeing Dahlia's face in Hertfortshire. Mr. Edgeworth took a step closer to Phoenix. “Miss Hawthorne?” He spat.

“Your character was unfolded to me by the recital I received from her many months ago. On this subject, what can you have to say? In what imaginary act of justice can you here defend yourself?”

“You take an eager interest in the lady’s concerns,” said Mr. Edgeworth in a less tranquil tone.

“Who that knows what her misfortunes have been can help taking an interest in her?”

“Her misfortunes,” Mr. Edgeworth repeated contemptuously. “Yes. Her misfortunes have been very great indeed.”

“And inflicted by you!” Cried Phoenix. “You have exposed her to ruin and ridicule in a matter which she is likely to suffer from for the rest of her life! You ruin her chances, and yet you can treat the mention of her name with sarcasm?”

Mr. Edgeworth drew back, narrowing his eyes. “So this is your opinion of me,” he said in a low voice. “I thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt -“

“My pride?”

“- by my honesty in admitting scruples about our relationship,” Mr. Edgeworth concluded with an icy stare. “Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances? To congratulate myself on the hope of forming a union with a man whose situation in life is so decidedly beneath my own?”

Phoenix felt himself growing angrier every moment, and he struggled to keep his composure as he angrily exclaimed, “those are not the words of a gentleman, Mr. Edgeworth. When I saw you again after all these years, I knew you’d changed. But your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others, and your self-centered motivations for prosecuting - all of these things made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.”

Mr. Edgeworth said nothing for a moment; he merely stared in wonder, his face a mixture of incredulity and anger. At last, he drew a breath and said quietly, “forgive me, sir, for taking up so much of your time.”

And with one last parting look, he turned and walked away into the rain.

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When Phoenix returned to Skye Lodge, soaked from the rain and shivering from the cold, he could not answer the concerned inquiries made by the Skye sisters with tolerable civility, and was in such an agitated state of manner that he declared himself resolved to spend the rest of the night in bed. Ema asked if she should call the apothecary, but this was declined. Phoenix merely expressed his wish to spend the night alone. 

In the security of his bedroom, Phoenix could think without interruption of all that had passed between Mr. Edgeworth and himself.

His astonishment, as he reflected on everything that had happened, increased with every further review of it. That he should receive an offer of marriage from Mr. Edgeworth! That Mr. Edgeworth should have been in love with him for so many months! So much in love as to wish to marry him in spite of all the objections that had caused him to interfere in the relationship between his sister and Maya - it was almost incredible! He could not help feeling flattered at having inspired such intense feelings in the other man. But Mr. Edgeworth’s pride, his abominable pride - his shameless boast of what he had done to Maya; and the unfeeling manner in which he had spoken of Miss Hawthorne - all of these things soon overcame the pity which the consideration of his attachment had for a moment excited, and Phoenix was angrier than ever. He continued his reflections in a very agitated manner until he at last fell into a fitful and restless sleep.

Phoenix awoke the following morning to a knock at his bedroom door, and Ema peered inside. 

"Mr. Wright," she said with an expression of wonder, "you have a delivery. Mr. Edgeworth came by personally to drop it off and asked me to make sure you receive it."

Phoenix, roused by curiosity, immediately stood up. He saw that Ema was carrying a thick stack of papers and a single white envelope. He took it all from her and thanked her. Ema, with one last curious look, disappeared into the hallway, leaving Phoenix to examine the papers alone.

Most were inside brown files, and Phoenix realized belatedly that they were case files. That in itself was strange enough, but still more was the envelope, which seemed the obvious first choice. 

With no expectation on pleasure, but with the strongest curiosity, Phoenix opened the letter and discovered that the envelope contained at least two full sheets of paper written quite through in a very thorough hand. 

The letter was as follows:

MR. WRIGHT,

Be not alarmed that this letter will contain a renewal of the sentiments that were so disgusting to you. I write without any intention of paining you or humbling myself. I do not expect your sentiments to change after the perusal of this letter. I only request that you read it in its entirety before passing your judgment.

You have levelled two charges against me of a very different nature, and by no means equal in magnitude.

The first accusation you laid to my charge last night was that, regardless of the sentiment of either, I had detached Franziska from your sister. I will attempt to explain my actions as best I can. 

I was first made aware of my sister's feelings for Miss Fey in Hertfordshire. It was generally evident that she preferred Miss Fey to any other woman, and not wishing to see her lead herself down a path that wound end in heartbreak, I carefully observed the behavior of both. I found in doing so that my sister was overflowing with affection; indeed, I have never seen her temper so altered. Your sister, I also watched; and though her manners were open, cheerful and friendly, I could also perceive that she was just as silly and playful with my sister as with any other. I could find no particular symptom of love in your sister. If you are not mistaken here, I must be at fault. That being the case, your resentment is not unwarranted. But I will assert that I had Miss Fey's feelings in mind too when I acted, for I knew that her mother was wishing her to marry advantageously, and I did not wish her to be forced into an unhappy and loveless union.

I did not trust my sister to be so gentle with her feelings on the subject, so I suggested that we leave the country immediately. Franziska was reluctant to part from your sister, and nothing but an assurance which I hesitated not in giving of your sister's indifference could have persuaded her to leave the country in so hurried a manner. 

If I have wounded your sister's feelings, it was unknowingly done; and though the motives which governed me may appear insufficient to you, they were done out of affection.

As to the second claim you have made against me, that of Miss Hawthorne, I can only refute it by laying before you the whole of her connection with myself.

I first became acquainted with Miss Hawthorne during my very first case four years ago. I had called her to the witness stand, and it was not long before I noticed some irregularities in her behavior and testimony. These irregularities were steadfastly pointed out by the defense, and Miss Hawthorne, I regret to say, showed her true colours very quickly.

You can read the particulars of the case yourself at your leisure; the Chief happens to keep a file archive in his house, so it was little trouble for me to acquire them without rousing any suspicion.

After the case reached its unfortunate conclusion, I privately investigated the matter on my own. I found out that Dahlia Hawthorne has left a trail of dead bodies in her wake, though none, regretfully, with enough evidence to render her in any way suspicious. It could not be a coincidence, and this being the case, I inquired into the matter of her inherited fortune. She was, you see, to inherit from her father a diamond worth twenty thousand pounds, but the cause of his death remained unspecified. I hold firm to this day that Miss Hawthorne played some part in her father’s demise. 

The part I played in her loss of fortune, I regret, is very small. I was not permitted to give more than written testimony against her; however, if, by some measure, I succeeded in my endeavors to make her lose what is not rightfully hers, I will be satisfied.

Of what she had particularly accused me, I am ignorant; but of the truth, I can summon more than one reliable witness. I do not blame you, however, for the assertions you made against me yesterday. Being in your position, suspicion must not have been in your inclination. Whatever she has told you about me, you had no reason to doubt it until now.

I did not explain all of this to you last night because I was not then master of myself to know what should or ought to be said. These things are confidential, after all, and having said that, I feel no doubt of your secrecy. In the hopes that you might have as much time as possible to read it over, I will find some opportunity of putting this letter into your hands in the course of the morning. 

I have never been good at adieus. Take care of yourself, Wright. 

MILES EDGEWORTH

***

Phoenix, when receiving the collection of papers, had absolutely no expectation of what he was to find inside. Nor did he have any idea about the contents of the letter, but such as they were, it may be supposed that he was shocked beyond belief. He read with an eagerness that scarcely left him the power of comprehension. 

Mr. Edgeworth’s claiming to act on Maya’s behalf, Phoenix instantly resolved to be false; it seemed merely the work of his pride that he was trying to spin the act of separating his sister and Maya in some imaginary gesture of compassion. He expressed no regret for what he had done which satisfied Phoenix. His style was not penitent - it was all pride and haughtiness. 

The next passage, Phoenix read with even greater indignation. Mr. Edgeworth hardly attempted to explain himself there, relying on the case files to do all the work for him. And all the petulance and condescension towards the end - it made Phoenix so angry that he was on the point of ripping the letter in half. He restrained himself, however; it would at least have to wait until after he perused the case files. 

Phoenix turned over the brown file in his hand and paused. Printed at the very top of the paper was the name DAHLIA HAWTHORNE. 

Is all of this… about Miss Hawthorne? He wondered with no little alarm. 

His vexation increased with every minute upon his perusal of the file. It detailed very minutely (and in Edgeworth’s neat handwriting) the details of a case four years ago in which a young lady, previously the victim of a fake kidnapping, manipulated a man into drinking poison on the witness stand. There was no question she’d done it intentionally, and if that were not proof enough of her guilt, she was also suspected of having poisoned another man in a courthouse three months later.

Phoenix recalled Miss Hawthorne’s account of the situation. She had smiled and said many pretty things, but she had also avoided certain details and thrown the blame of the event wholly on Mr. Edgeworth. But if these files were to be believed, she was deserving of every single misfortune that had befallen her since the events of the trial.

Phoenix wished to discredit it entirely, repeatedly exclaiming, “This cannot be true! This must be a scandalous falsehood!” In vain he read the file again and again, studying each line of dialogue with intent focus. He finally found, with reluctance, that it was not within his power to doubt the validity of such documents and such diligent notes. Nor had he heard any extraordinary accounts of Miss Hawthorne before her visit to Meryton which could justify her actions. She had been entirely unknown by the whole of the village before she arrived. Her countenance, voice, and manner seemed to speak for themselves. 

Phoenix was now struck with the impropriety shown by Miss Hawthorne by putting herself forward in such a manner, and the inconsistencies between her statements and her conduct. He remembered that she had boasted of having no fear of seeing Mr. Edgeworth - yet she had avoided the Netherfield ball the very next day. 

How differently did everything now appear where she was concerned. Phoenix, reading the file over and over, grew absolutely ashamed of himself. He felt that he had been blind, partial, and prejudiced. He felt all the embarrassment of his accusations towards Mr. Edgeworth the previous night. 

He was humiliated. He was humbled. He was grieved. 

His thoughts soon strayed to Maya, and he recollected that Mr. Edgeworth’s explanation there had seemed very insufficient. He read it again and was shocked by the difference of a second perusal. He had declared himself to be acting out of concern for not only his own sister, but Maya too, and Phoenix could not deny that his assertions about Morgan were just. 

It was sometime after noon when Phoenix was startled from his thoughts by a knock at the door. Ema, with an expression of slight concern and asked him if he had finished packing. 

“No,” Phoenix replied. “I’m sorry, I… haven’t even started.”

Ema’s concern seemed to increase upon hearing this. “Mr. Wright,” she said, “are you alright?”

Phoenix swallowed. “I hardly know.”

Ema’s eye widened, but she did not press him on it, and after a few moments, she knelt down to retrieve his suitcase and offered to help him pack. 

“That would be great,” Phoenix agreed, hastily putting away the envelope and papers. He didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, not yet.

They packed together in silence, and Phoenix was anxious for the seclusion of the carriage that he might be able to reflect in solitude of all that had passed between Mr. Edgeworth and himself. He said his goodbyes to the Skye sisters and climbed into the coach, clutching the letter to his chest the whole time. Once they had set out, Phoenix reopened the envelope and began his second, then his third, and finally his fourth perusal, of Mr. Edgeworth’s letter. 

Chapter Text

When Phoenix returned home, he found, to his very great surprise and vexation, that Pearl had invited a number of officers to dine at Kurain Manor that evening.

"Surprise, Mr. Nick!" She cried. "I wanted to make your arrival home feel special, so we arranged a party for you! It's the regiment’s last night in town, too, you know. They are to leave tomorrow evening. Are you excited to see Miss Hawthorne? I invited her just for you."

Phoenix could bear his young sister no ill will for the invitation, but it was impossible for him to remain tolerably composed. Had he consulted only his own feelings, any meeting with Miss Hawthorne would have been the last object of his wishes. He thought instantly of Mr. Edgeworth's letter, which he was in a fair way of soon knowing by heart. There could be no tolerable motive for Miss Hawthorne's attentions to him after what he had learned. She had either been deceived in regard to his fortune and was attempting to secure an advantageous marriage, or had been gratifying her vanity by encouraging the preference that he believed he had most incautiously shown.

It was an unfortunate stroke of luck that Maya was not to be returning until the following morning. Phoenix was longing to relate to her what had passed between Mr. Edgeworth and himself. His sister was his most intimate confidant, and he felt a little lost without her around.

But that was a thought for tomorrow; presently, he had to worry about Miss Hawthorne's impending arrival.

She was just as charming and elegant as Phoenix had ever known her to be, but he began to detect an insincerity in her voice and manner that proved her words to be wholly empty. He was disgusted and exhausted by the time dinner was over, and so little disposed to speak to Miss Hawthorne with any manner of tolerable civility. He did his best to avoid her for most of the night, but could not escape when she suddenly approached him and made some inquiry about his travels. 

"Yes, I spent a few days at Skye Lodge," said Phoenix. “It was very pleasant. We were even invited to dine with the Chief of police and a few of his friends.” Then, unable to contain himself, "Mr. Edgeworth and Mr. Gumshoe were among the party. Are you familiar with the latter?"

Miss Hawthorne looked surprised; displeased; alarmed. With a moment's recollection, however, she smiled as she replied that she had only heard of the gentleman in passing. "Is he a pleasant sort of fellow?" She asked.

"Pleasant enough. He certainly tries very hard, which is to his credit."

"He at least has that in common with his friend," Miss Hawthorne replied dryly.

"Indeed. Mr. Edgeworth is certainly a very passionate man."

"Did you see him frequently while you were at Rosings?"

"Once or twice."

"And what was he like? Are his manners in any state of refinement?"

"Oh, no, he's just as intolerable as ever. When I called him passionate, I did not mean that he was in any way a pleasant sort of man. But I think he improves upon further acquaintance.”

Miss Hawthorne gave him a look that did not escape his notice. "May I ask -" she cried hastily, then stopped herself and added in a lighter tone, "and how, exactly, does he improve? I do not dare hope that he has deigned to add compassion to his ordinary style."

"I don't believe he's added anything to it,” replied Phoenix. “But by getting to know him better, it’s easier for me to understand it."

Miss Hawthorne's alarm now appeared in a heightened colour, and for a few moments she was silent again. Til, shaking off her embarrassment, she turned back to Phoenix and tried a different mode of attack.

"Did you happen to pass by the village of Kympton?"

"I do not recall that we did."

"I mention it because it was the living which I was to inherit. It was my father's, you see. An excellent place. It would have suited all my wishes, if not for that abominable case four years ago. Did you ever hear Mr. Edgeworth mention the circumstance at Rosings?

Phoenix shook his head. "He wouldn't be permitted to talk about such things out of court."

"He doesn't seem the type to adhere to the rules."

"No," said Phoenix with a smile. "No, he certainly doesn't."

They were silent for a few moments. Then, unable to restrain his curiosity, Phoenix turned to Miss Hawthorne and said, "I recall you mentioning something of the circumstance to me, Miss Hawthorne. You told me the defendant of the case you witnessed died on the witness stand."

"He did indeed."

"I wonder what would provoke him to do such a thing."

Miss Hawthorne was silent.

"Did he give a reason for his actions?"

"He said he was dying for his lover."

"His lover, you say? And what was her name?"

Miss Hawthorne looked at him pointedly. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"No."

Phoenix hummed. "Well," he said, "now that I think about it, I might have heard something about the whole affair."

Miss Hawthorne narrowed her eyes.

"I think I heard," Phoenix continued, "that his lover was a young lady who had gone into the regiment. A young lady, too, who had manipulated him into drinking the poison on the witness stand. And made claims to a fortune that was not rightfully hers."

Miss Hawthorne looked away once again, and Phoenix could see that she was biting her lips. "Careful, Feenie," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You're inquiring into matters which have nothing to do with you."

Phoenix was sensible of the threat at hand, but he only returned her scowl with a smile. "Feenie," he repeated with a slight incline of the head. "Hm. Not your best work."

Miss Hawthorne made no reply, and after a few more moments of silence between them, Phoenix walked away. The rest of the evening passed with the appearance of usual cheerfulness on Miss Hawthorne's side, though with no further attempt to distinguish Phoenix; and they parted at last with mutual civility, and a mutual desire to never speak again.

When the party broke up at last, Pearl approached Phoenix in a hurry. "I saw you talking to Miss Hawthorne," she said with a sly smile. "When are you going to propose to her?”

Phoenix was in no mood to humour his sister. He made only a slight denial, then shut himself away in his room, eager for the next day to bring Maya's return. She had been in London for a week now, and there was still no letter from Miss Von Karma. Phoenix longed to see her, and could hardly sleep with how fast his thoughts were racing.

***

Phoenix's impatience to tell all was relieved at the earliest convenience, for Maya and Mia had returned from London quite early the next morning; and at the first available opportunity, Phoenix related to Maya the whole of what had passed between Mr. Edgeworth and himself.

Maya was less astonished than he thought she would be; she almost seemed to have expected this. She listened eagerly, however, and with no very little excitement. She was, at last, grieved for Mr. Edgeworth’s disappointed feelings.

"It's really too bad that he should form such a strong attachment without reciprocation," said she.

"Yes," Phoenix agreed, biting his lips. "But you do not blame me for rejecting him?"

"Blame you? Of course not. If you do not love him, there's nothing to be done about it."

Phoenix smiled. His sister was a romantic, like him, and sympathized with Phoenix's desire to marry for love, not fortune. For fortune, they both knew, Mr. Edgeworth certainly possessed.

"I would not want you to be forced into an unhappy marriage," Maya repeated.

To this observation, Phoenix could not help but recall Mr. Edgeworth's letter, and the sense of what Maya had lost was suddenly and acutely painful. Phoenix wanted her to be happy more than anything in the world. His sister deserved happiness.

He shook these thoughts away, however, and continued onward, onto the matter of Miss Hawthorne. To this news, Maya's shock was openly and plainly expressed; and when Phoenix mentioned the circumstances of the poisoning, she could not help loudly exclaiming, “There must be some mistake!” But Phoenix, after relating the whole of the contents of Miss Hawthorne’s case file, was at last able to convince Maya of her wickedness.

“I can’t believe it,” Maya said, astonished. “Miss Hawthorne, so very bad!” After a moment's reflection, however, she lifted her eyes to Phoenix's face and earnestly asked, "Were you in love with her, Nick?"

"No. At least I don't think so. I've never fancied myself in love before, so I wouldn't know."

"It’s too bad. As you've told me, she’s not likely to suffer any further retribution for her actions beyond being a poor foot soldier."

Phoenix scoffed. "True. She deserves much more."

"I am proud of Mr. Edgeworth for pursuing the matter," said Maya. "There was no reason for him to do such a thing, for Miss Hawthorne was not his particular client. In fact, it was in his favour that she be found innocent. Yet he still went after her."

"Very true," replied Phoenix. "I hadn't thought of that."

"You meant to be uncommonly clever in taking so decided a dislike against Mr. Edgeworth," said Maya with a rueful smile.

"Indeed. It was rather humiliating." Phoenix paused, then said, "There is one point on which I want your advice. Do you think we should make our acquaintances in general familiar with Miss Hawthorne's character?"

Maya paused a little, then said, "I think it ought not to be attempted. What is your opinion?"

"I agree. I haven't been given the authority to make her errors public. Sometime or other, it will be discovered, and then we may pride ourselves on having known before everyone else. At present, I will say nothing about it."

Maya agreed to this proposal, then asked if he had any other news to share. Phoenix hesitated. He dared not relate the first half of Mr. Edgeworth's letter to Maya, so he only smiled and said, "no, nothing. At least, not much to entertain."

Maya was satisfied with this, and their conversation concluded. Phoenix was relieved to have gotten two of the secrets that had been weighing on him off of his chest, and was certain of a willing listener in Maya should he ever want to speak about either of them again.

Now that they were both settled at home, Phoenix had leisure to observe his sister's spirits, and he could only form one conclusion: Maya was not happy. She still cherished a very tender affection for Miss Von Karma, and having never fancied herself in love before, her regard still had all the warmth of first attachment. Her trip to London, in short, had done nothing but make her even more miserable.

He tried speaking to his sister on the subject, but found her quite resolved against it.

”Miss Von Karma?” She asked after breakfast the following morning. “Oh, I assure you, I’m quite over her. If she passed me in the street, I’d hardly notice. I am glad she did not call on me, in fact. London was so much more diverting without her.”

”Maya - “

”It’s true. There was so much to entertain.”

Maya gave him a smile that did not seem the least bit genuine and walked away.

"Well, Phoenix," said Morgan later that day, "and what do you think of this sad business of Maya's? For my part, I am determined never to speak of it again. I told Iris so earlier. Though I will always say that my daughter missed out on the biggest opportunity of her life. How could she do such a thing? Perhaps she will die of a broken heart, and then we will have to see no more of her. That is my consolation."

But as Phoenix could not receive comfort from any such suggestion, he made no answer.

***

The militia was to depart town in the evening to Brighton. Phoenix was quite pleased at their departure, as they would take with them Miss Dahlia Hawthorne, whom he had no intention of ever seeing again. Pearl, however,  was beyond disappointed, for she had grown attached to several of the officers during the short time she was with them.

"Please let me go to Brighton!" She begged her mother desperately. "I know the way and everything! Colonel Galactica has even offered me a room with him. He'll cover the expenses, the travel - everything!"

"There is no money to be made in marrying an officer," said Aunt Morgan sternly. "A colonel is one thing, but an officer is worthless. They are nice to look at, but that is about the extent of their charm. You'd have better luck finding a wealthy husband here."

"She's nine," Phoenix reminded her.

Pearl did not give up the point, however, and continually begged to be allowed to go. Her mother was firm in her denial, however, and with a disappointed sniffle, Pearl was forced to concede.

Phoenix and Maya breathed a collective sigh of relief, for they did not want their sister anywhere near Miss Hawthorne. Shortly after Pearl's temper tantrum, Phoenix was approached by Mia.

"Mr. Armando and I are doing a tour of the Lakes in a few days," said she. "It will be a few weeks of travel. We thought you'd like to join us, experience the wonders of nature. For what are men compared to rocks and mountains?"

Phoenix scoffed. "Believe me, men are either eaten up with arrogance or stupidity. If they're amiable, they're so easily led. They have no minds of their own whatsoever."

"Take care, Phoenix. That savours strongly of bitterness."

Phoenix laughed and affirmed that yes, he would like to accompany Mia and Mr. Armando on their tour to the Lakes.  It was necessary, he thought, to have some reprieve from all that had happened, and Mia's company was always enjoyable. He went to bed that night, therefore, all things considered, in a tolerably good mood; and when he woke up the following morning, his high spirits could not even be dampened by the recollection of a dream involving grey hair and silver eyes.

***

Edgeworth paced back and forth across his bedroom floor with anxious steps. "Do you think he's read the letter yet?"

Franziska, who was watching his movements from his desk chair, scoffed. "I don't know, little brother. I am not prone to the every move of Phoenix Wright."

Edgeworth had related his confession and subsequent argument with Mr. Wright to his sister, and Franziska had been surprisingly supportive. She had even been the one to encourage Edgeworth to write that letter and steal - or, rather, borrow - Dahlia Hawthorne's case file.

"I am only upset," she'd said, "that you didn't tell me about that miserable fool sooner. I would have whipped her on sight."

"And that is precisely why I didn't tell you about her," Edgeworth replied stoutly.

Franziska raised an eyebrow. "Touché."

Edgeworth was glad for the company of his sister even if she was a little harsh at times. Von Karma was currently out on business, for which Edgeworth could not be more relieved. If his mentor were to find out about his failed confession of love to a defense attorney… Edgeworth shuddered at the very thought.

Edgeworth finally stopped pacing and took a seat on his bed next to Franziska. She looked at him pointedly. “What will you do now?”

Edgeworth gave a slight smile and put his head in his hands.

"I have no idea," he replied.

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The tour to the Lakes was exactly as Phoenix had hoped. Mia and Mr. Armando were excellent travel companions, and there was a playfulness to their banter that scarcely left an awkward pause for the whole of the trip. They were witty, clever, and exceptionally funny, and spoke on every subject with rapture, pointing out remarkable locations and making exaggerated guesses on the number of trees and bushes.

Phoenix, in short, was delighted, and every expectation of pleasure was fully realized as they drove along the cobbled roads and winding forests. It was exactly the vacation he had needed.

But while the three of them were resting underneath a beautiful willow tree, Phoenix was suddenly roused from his joyful stupor by an innocuous comment made by Mia. She remarked that they were quite close to Pemberley, and expressed an inclination to see the place. 

"Mr. Edgeworth's house?" Phoenix asked. 

"That's the fellow. I've heard his grounds are absolutely beautiful, and it's only ten miles from here. Shall we go to see it?"

"Oh, no, let's not."

Mia and Mr. Armando both turned to give him a curious look, and Phoenix cleared his throat. "I'd rather not, he's so - he's so - "

"So what?" Asked Mr. Armando. 

"He's so rich," Phoenix finally concluded lamely. 

Mr. Armando let out a hearty laugh. "I never realized what a snob you are, Trite," he said. "You object to poor Mr. Edgeworth because of his wealth? The poor man can't help it."

Phoenix bit his lip and looked away. The possibility of running into Mr. Edgeworth while viewing the place instantly occurred to him, and he recoiled at the thought. How dreadful, how humiliating, and how awkward it would be to encounter the man so soon after his rejected confession. He blushed at the very idea. 

"If you're worried about running into Mr. Edgeworth," said Mia, who was quick on the uptake, "you needn't be. I've already made inquiries to the chambermaid, and he isn't expected home for at least a few days."

Phoenix was greatly relieved upon hearing these words. “You’re certain?”

”As certain as can be expected.”

Phoenix was satisfied with that, and as he had no other real objection to seeing Mr. Edgeworth's house, he at last gave his consent to go. They all climbed into the carriage and set off in the direction of Pemberley. 

Phoenix's spirits were in a high flutter as they rode along. At the first appearance of Pemberley Woods, his heart leapt. The grounds were a great deal bigger than he had imagined, and he looked with wonder out the carriage window at the beautiful forestry that surrounded them. 

The park was very large and contained a great variety of flora and fauna. Mia and Mr. Armando expressed their delight at such pleasing scenery, but Phoenix remained resolutely silent. 

When they approached the house itself, Phoenix could not contain his laughter. It was an enormous stone building situated on rising ground, and backed by a lovely river that flowed harmoniously into a large fish pond. It was breathtakingly beautiful; and of this place, thought Phoenix ruefully, I might have spent the rest of my days. Of this house, I could have been master. It was an amusing thought, and he convinced himself that he did not feel the slightest bit of regret.

They were greeted at the entrance by the familiar face of Detective Gumshoe, who immediately exclaimed upon seeing Phoenix. "Hey, pal!" He said, shaking him warmly by the hand. "It's real good to see you. How are you? How's your family?"

"We are all quite well, Detective, thank you," Phoenix replied; and then, with no little alarm, he continued: "Is your master at home with you? I thought I understood that he was absent."

"He is, pal, but I'm expecting him tomorrow with a large party. He sent me ahead of time to get everything ready for him."

How thankful was Phoenix that their travels had not been delayed by a day! He breathed a sigh of relief, then eagerly introduced Gumshoe to Mia and Mr. Armando. Gumshoe was all smiles as he led them into the entrance hall to begin the tour of the house.

The interior was just as excellent as the grounds. Every room they explored was a fresh source of delight. The furnishings were not gaudy nor uselessly fine, with more of real elegance and taste than Phoenix had ever expected. He was pleased, though he hardly knew why. He spent the next few minutes listening intently to the conversation that passed between Mia and Gumshoe as they walked the halls; the latter of whom, either by pride or attachment, had evidently great pleasure in talking of his master. 

"Is Mr. Edgeworth often at Pemberley?" Asked Mia.

"Not so often as I'd like, pal. He really loves it here."

"Shame. If he were to marry, you might see more of him."

"Yes, ma'am, but I don't know when that will be. I do not know who is good enough for him."

"It is very much to his credit that you think so," said Mr. Armando with a smile. “How long have you known Mr. Edgeworth?”

”I’ve been working with him since his first case, sir. I’m still an officer of the state, but he’s my direct superior.”

”And he is a good master?”

”Oh, yes, the best that ever lived. Though I do wish he were a bit more liberal, but he says my pay reflects my performance.”

Poor man, thought Phoenix.

”I’ve got nothing but respect for Mr. Edgeworth,” Gumshoe continued. “We’ve got a strong working relationship, him and I.”

As they continued walking, Mia whispered to Phoenix, “Perhaps you can convince Mr. Edgeworth to give the good detective a raise.”

”What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

Mia only smiled.

Gumshoe then led them into the picture gallery, where a few excellent portraits were arranged. The centerpiece of the room was a large, golden embroidered frame containing a painting of the late Gregory Edgeworth and his son, as a boy. 

“Was his father an excellent man?” Mia inquired upon seeing it. 

"Indeed, he was. I never met him personally, but I know Mr. Edgeworth looked up to him a great deal. He was a highly revered defense attorney with a strong sense of justice.”

Why, then, did his son choose to become a prosecutor? Phoenix wondered. 

There were several other good pictures to be seen, but they could do little to affix Phoenix’s interest. He walked along the gallery in quest of a face that would be more familiar to him - and at last, it arrested him, and he beheld a striking resemblance to Mr. Edgeworth, with such a smile over the face as Phoenix remembered sometimes seeing when he looked at him. He stood several minutes before the picture in earnest contemplation before he was joined by the other three. 

“Here he is,” said Gumshoe. “Mr. Edgeworth himself.”

“I believe I’m the only one unacquainted with the gentleman,” said Mr. Armando. “It is a handsome face. But Trite, you can tell me if it’s a true likeness.”

Phoenix coloured and said, “I only know him a little.”

“But do you not think him a handsome man?” Pressed Gumshoe.

“Yes,” said Phoenix, without breaking his gaze away from the painting. “Yes, I dare say he is.”

The rest of the group moved forward to examine some other art pieces, but Phoenix remained before the painting of Mr. Edgeworth and fixed the other man’s eyes upon himself. There was certainly at this moment in Phoenix’s mind a more gentle sensation towards the other man than he had ever felt before. He thought of Mr. Edgeworth’s proposal with gratitude; he felt its warmth and softened its impropriety.

Gumshoe had led the other two into the breakfast parlour, but Phoenix, who did not feel up to much conversation, decided to separate from the group and wander through the house alone. There was certainly much to see, and he examined every window, every piece of furniture, and every piece of artwork with silent appreciation. He wandered leisurely through each room, mindlessly thumbing his lapel, when he was suddenly struck with the detection of a peculiar sound. It was low and melodic, and increased in volume as he made his way down the hall. It was coming from one of the bedrooms, he realized, and noticing the door was ajar, he curiously peered inside.

He could not believe it when he saw where the noise was coming from.

Mr. Edgeworth was singing.

He was in the middle of unpacking a large briefcase and was singing softly to himself as he worked.

Phoenix was in awe; he had never seen the other man so at ease, so… vulnerable. He could not help listening, and he realized after a few moments that he recognized the melody. 

It’s from the shows we used to watch as kids, he recollected, smiling. He never took Mr. Edgeworth to be a nostalgic sort of person, and felt a more tender sensation towards him in that moment than ever before.

His joy, however, was short-lived. Mr. Edgeworth suddenly turned towards the door and caught Phoenix’s eye immediately.

Phoenix startled. He panicked. He ran. 

He hardly knew where he was going, for the house was so large, but he somehow made it all the way to the entrance and down the steps before hearing a voice calling out behind him, “Wright!”

Phoenix stopped. He took a breath and tried to collect himself as he heard the quick footsteps of Mr. Edgeworth approaching. It was a futile effort. Finally, he turned to see a face flush with embarrassment, and he took a little solace in knowing this was just as awful for Mr. Edgeworth as it was for him.

They both stood a few moments without saying a word. Then Phoenix, unable to meet the other man’s eye, said, “I thought you were in London.”

“No,” said Mr. Edgeworth. “No, I’m not.”

“No.”

There was a slight pause. 

“We would not have come if we knew you were here.”

“I came back a day early to tend to some business with my steward.”

These two sentences were spoken at the same time, and the ensuing pause and awkward silence were dreadful to Phoenix. “I’m in Derbyshire with my sister and her fiancée.”

Mr. Edgeworth nodded. “And are you having a pleasant trip?”

“Very pleasant.” Until now. “Tomorrow we return home.”

“Tomorrow?” Asked Mr. Edgeworth, and - no. That couldn’t possibly be disappointment in his voice. “Are… you staying in town?”

“Yes. At the Rose and Crown.”

“Yes.” Another slight pause. “You said your sister is with you?”

“My oldest sister, Mia.”

“And - and how is the rest of your family?”

“Quite well, thank you.”

They stood again for some moments without saying a word. Then Phoenix, unable to bear it any longer, hastily cried, “I’m so sorry to intrude, Mr. Edgeworth. They said the house was open for visitors, I had - I had no idea - “

Mr. Edgeworth looked a little concerned at this, but made no answer. After a slight pause, however, he asked, “May I see you back to the village?”

“No,” Phoenix replied quickly. He could not endure a carriage ride alone with Mr. Edgeworth, with his heart pounding so very loudly in his ears. So he merely smiled and said, “I’m very fond of walking.”

“Yes,” said Mr. Edgeworth with an earnest expression. “Yes, I know.”

Phoenix’s heart clenched. But he only made a slight bow and said, “Goodbye, Mr. Edgeworth.”

He then hastily made his way down the steps and away, and could feel the eyes of the other man on him long after he was gone. 

***

Mia and Mr. Armando rejoined him and expressed their concern at his having wandered off. He tried to respond to their teasing with equal playfulness, but could only manage one very weak smile. He was wholly engrossed by his thoughts as they exited the grounds and felt overwhelmed with shame and vexation. 

How awful an idea it had been to come to Pemberley! Why had he ever agreed to it? Or why had Mr. Edgeworth returned a day earlier than expected?

He should not have wandered off; he should have stayed with the rest of the group, for if he had, he was certain he wouldn’t have encountered Mr. Edgeworth. It was clear that the other man was at that moment arriving home. 

Phoenix was even more shocked, however, by Mr. Edgeworth singing. It had been such a soft, sweet melody too, with Mr. Edgeworth’s deep voice having a surprising lilt that was pleasing to the ear. But even more than that, Mr. Edgeworth had been so civil to him when they had met. He had spoken with civility, if not composure, and even inquired after Phoenix’s family! What could it mean? He knew not what to think, or how to account for it. 

They were now approaching the Lakes, the pinnacle of their journey, but Phoenix could not observe the scenery with any pleasure. He answered mechanically to the remarks made by Mia and Mr. Armando, but perceived almost nothing. His thoughts were entirely fixed on what had passed between Mr. Edgeworth and himself, and he stayed in a perpetual state of shame and misery. This trip had been the most awful decision of his life. 

He could only think of Mr. Edgeworth as they rode along. He longed to know what was passing in the other man’s mind at that moment, and was quiet several moments as he contemplated it.

At length, however, Mia observed that Phoenix was acting unusual and asked him with a knowing look if everything was okay.
Phoenix felt the necessity of appearing more like his usual self. Reflection, therefore, would have to be reserved for solitary hours. 

***

Edgeworth had not seen Mr. Wright with any semblance of composure.

It was surprising enough to see the other man in his own house. But to be overheard singing - a thing he only did when he was sure of being alone - was humiliating. He was privately mortified and paced back and forth across his bedroom, blushing at all that had passed. At one point, he had almost resolved to write a letter to Franziska about the whole ordeal, but thought better of it. Franziska was sure only to laugh at him.

Instead, he calmed his nerves, took a breath, and grabbed his coat. He quitted his office and walked towards the entrance hall with purpose.

“I’m going out, Detective,” he said as he passed Gumshoe. “Please tell Mr. Meekins I will write to him in the morning.”

Without waiting for the other man’s reply, he hastily quitted the house his made his way to the coaches.

“To the Rose and Crown, please.”

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At length, Phoenix began to recover from his humiliating encounter with Mr. Edgeworth, though not enough to be able to think of anything else as their carriage pulled into the Rose and Crown. At least here, he was sure to be safe from the other man's company. A most welcome single bedroom awaited his private fixations and obsessions.

Before settling in their respective rooms, however, the three travelers were obliged to eat dinner. Phoenix had left the table to fetch them all some appetizers. As he was rounding the corner, he suddenly stopped short as he saw the familiar red jacket of Mr. Edgeworth. He instinctively hid himself from view and peered round the corner just in time to see Mr. Edgeworth introducing himself with a bow. Phoenix apprehensively made his way to the table, and the eyes of all three were immediately fixed on him.

"Phoenix," said Mia, "look who we've just run into. It's Mr. Edgeworth. You didn't tell us that you'd seen him."

Phoenix was all astonishment and said not a word. Did he follow me here? He wondered. Why?

"I was just making an invitation to your friends here to dine at Pemberley tomorrow. And you are, of course, welcome to join, Wright."

"You don't mind delaying our journey by another day, do you?" Mia asked, looking pointedly at Phoenix as if to gauge his reaction.

Phoenix could not meet Mr. Edgeworth's eye as he replied that he had no real objection to the scheme.

Out of the corner of his vision, he could see Mia smiling at him. 

Phoenix placed the food on the table and took his seat, and Mr. Edgeworth looked around as if unsure whether to stay or take leave.

"Did you want to sit with us?" Mia asked, taking the hint.

Mr. Edgeworth happily accepted, pulling up a chair and immediately ordering them all a round of coffees. This was delightful to Mr. Armando and opened up a general dialogue on the best Irish blends. As Phoenix listened to their conversation, he triumphed over every expression, every sentence of his sister and her fiancé, which marked their intelligence, their taste, or their humor. It was consoling to know that he had some relations for whom there was no need to blush. He also saw, with no little pleasure, that Mr. Edgeworth had lost none of his recent civility, and to imitate his politeness, tried to participate in the conversation as much as his racing heart would allow.

After spending some time this way, Mr. Edgeworth glanced at his watch and remarked that it had gone quite late. He stood up and took leave, wishing them a good night and promising to see them the following day at Pemberley. With one final bow, he quit the tavern, and Phoenix could hear the sound of his carriage riding away.

The observations of Mia and Mr. Armando then began, and they both pronounced Mr. Edgeworth to be a very agreeable man, infinitely superior to anything they had expected. "He is a perfectly good, amiable sort of fellow," said Mr. Armando. "I like him tremendously."

"To be sure, there is something a little stately in him," replied Mia, "but it is not unbecoming, and is only confined to his air. I can now safely agree with the good detective that though some people may call him a demon prosecutor, I have seen nothing of it."

"His behavior towards was beyond civil. And there was no necessity for such attention. His acquaintance with Trite was very trifling."

"From what I have seen of him," said Mia, "I really cannot believe he could act so terribly by anybody as he has by poor Miss Hawthorne. He does not have an ill-natured look. On the contrary, there is something pleasant about his mouth when he speaks."

Phoenix felt himself called on here to say something in vindication of the other man's behavior towards Miss Hawthorne, and related to them both the particulars of the case, being careful to omit any details he thought Mr. Edgeworth wouldn't want made public, but stating his authority as might be relied on. Mia and Mr. Armando were surprised and concerned, but as it was getting rather late, they had only time to make a few short remarks before retiring to bed for the night. 

Phoenix lay awake two whole hours in an attempt to make out his feelings towards Mr. Edgeworth, but with little success. He certainly did not hate him. No: hatred had vanished long ago, and in its place remained something tender, something warm. He fell asleep clutching that feeling to his chest as if it were a favorite bedtime story.

The next morning, Phoenix and his two companions immediately departed for Pemberley House. They were welcomed at the door by Detective Gumshoe, who expressed real delight in seeing them all again so soon. He then led them into the saloon, where Mr. Edgeworth and his sister were seated at one of the tables. The former immediately thanked them for coming and offered some refreshments. By Miss Von Karma, they received a much colder reception, but Phoenix had not been expecting anything more. Miss Von Karma seemed very guarded in her civilities, and did not say much until, roused by some sudden recollection, she stood from where she had been seated, approached Phoenix, and declared that it had been "a very long time" since they had seen each other. Phoenix was about to agree when she went on, "It's been above eight months. We have not met since the twenty-sixth of November."

Phoenix was pleased to find her memory so exact, and she afterwards took the occasion to ask, when they were unattended to by Mr. Von Karma, whether or not all of Phoenix's sisters were not at home. There was not much to the question, nor to the following remark, but there was a look and a manner which gave them meaning.

Phoenix frequently had the opportunity to cast his eyes on Mr. Edgeworth, and he could perceive that the other man was regarding the whole scene with an air of general complacency, and in all that he said and did, there was an effort to make himself agreeable that made Phoenix smile. It convinced him that the previous day's civilities, however temporary their existence, had at least outlived a mere twenty-four hours.

In the corner of the room stood a large, well-tended pianoforte. Phoenix, with a sly expression, asked Mr. Edgeworth if he ever sang duets. Mr. Edgeworth colored a little, then said, "I would only do such a thing if forced."

"Then I must force you," said Phoenix with a smile. He then turned to Franziska, who was observing the conversation with interest, and cheerfully said, "Your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening."

"But he says you play so well," replied Franziska stoutly.

Mr. Edgeworth gave his sister a pointed look that was almost a glare, but it softened when he heard Phoenix's laughter. "Then he has perjured himself most profoundly!"

Mr. Edgeworth smiled. "No, I - I said, played quite well."

"Oh, quite well is not very well. I'm satisfied."

Mr. Edgeworth smiled. Then, seeming to remember himself, he cleared his throat and said, "Miss Fey, Mr. Armando, are either of you very fond of fishing? There is a very big lake out back. It is well-stocked, and its occupants have been left in peace for far too long."

Mr. Armando nodded. "I've always wanted to try my hand at fishing," he said. "How about it, kitten?"

Mia agreed to the proposal, and the three of them set off to fish, leaving Phoenix alone with Miss Von Karma. For a few moments, he was concerned that they would have nothing to talk about,  and, desperate to find some topic of conversation, asked if she had any intention of returning to Netherfield.

"I'm still unsure."

"Do you miss the country?"

"I suppose I miss the company," she replied flatly. "Though most of them were foolish fools, there is... one person I was particularly fond of."

Phoenix bit his lips to hide a smile. "If you should come back to the country," said he, "you might be able to see them again."

"I do not know that my father would allow it."

"Do you do everything he says?"

Miss Von Karma clenched her whip tightly with both hands, but said no more; and they sat together in silence for a few minutes, until she suddenly stood up and said:

"I am Franziska Von Karma. Do not think that I'm going to walk in my father's shadow forever, Mr. Phoenix Wright."

"I wish you the very best of luck," Phoenix replied. Miss Von Karma took her seat again, and they said no more until the other three returned from fishing, and they were all called to supper.

Phoenix was still in awe of Mr. Edgeworth as they ate. While it was true that he rarely smiled and evidently felt awkward hosting such a large party, it was evident that he was doing his best to be agreeable to all, and Phoenix could not help but be pleased.

When dinner was over, Mr. Edgeworth expressed a desire to see them all again and invited them to breakfast the following morning. Mia looked at Phoenix, desirous to know how he felt about such an invitation, but Phoenix had turned his head away and said not a word. Taking his silence as consent, Mia accepted the offer and agreed to delay their trip by another day. 

As they rode away from Pemberley, Phoenix was capable of considering the last few hours with some satisfaction, though while they had been passing, his enjoyment of them had been very little. Eager to be alone and fearful of the watchful eyes of Mia and Mr. Armando, he stayed with them just long enough to hear their commendation of Mr. Edgeworth's dinner, then hurried away to his room.

But he had no reason to fear their curiosity. It was not their intention to make him talk by force, for though they specialized in uncovering the truth, they were satisfied to leave this particular mystery unsolved for now. At least until Phoenix himself decided to reveal the details.But they discussed Mr. Edgeworth's behavior with the keenest interest, and finally formed one single conclusion: the man was very much in love. Of Phoenix's feelings, they could not be certain, but that the other gentleman was overflowing with affection was obvious enough. They saw much to intrigue, but nothing to justify inquiry.

With respect to Miss Hawthorne, it was a well-known fact that she was not as highly esteemed as was first assumed, for it was soon apparent that upon quitting Meryton, she had left many debts behind that were afterwards discharged by Mr. Edgeworth.

As for Phoenix, his thoughts were at Pemberley that evening; and though he lay awake two whole hours trying to make out his feelings towards the master of that house, he had little success. He certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago, and in its place was a sincere admiration and gratitude, not only for having once loved him, but loving him still enough to forgive all of the petulance and shameful accusations accompanying his rejection.

He felt a real interest in the other man's welfare, and wondered how far that welfare could depend upon himself. He had not forgotten, after all that had happened, that it had been Mr. Edgeworth who had inspired him to become a lawyer in the first place. Perhaps it was only natural, then, that his feelings would align in this way. He spent the rest of the night contemplating whether or not it might still be in his power to bring on the renewal of the other man's addresses.

They obtained a letter early the next morning that told them they would be received at Pemberley by Mr. Von Karma and his daughter. Phoenix's heart immediately sank. He was convinced that Mr. Von Karma harbored a strong hatred for defense attorneys in general, and Phoenix, who was in the habit of speaking his opinion too often and too freely, was convinced that the other man held him in contempt for it.

His good spirits, however, were not to be shaken, and he prepared himself to be received by Mr. Von Karma, determined to speak to the other man with perfect civility.

They arrived just after ten, and were shown by Gumshoe into the breakfast parlor, whose windows overlooked a beautiful spread of chestnut trees. Phoenix took a moment to admire the view before he was called to attention by a very pompous clearing of the throat. He turned, and there was Von Karma in all his self-important glory, looking at Phoenix with barely concealed disdain. He greeted them only with a slight bow, and on the whole party being seated, there was a long, awkward pause. But Gumshoe, with an air of great determination, began to speak; and with the assistance of Phoenix and Mia, they persevered in talking of lottery tickets until the hors d'oeuvres were served, and then there was employment for the whole party, for though they could not all talk, they could all eat.

While thus engaged, Phoenix could not help noticing that he was himself closely watched by Mr. Von Karma, and could not speak a word, especially to Mr. Edgeworth, without calling his attention. This observation would not have prevented him from trying to talk to the latter, but they were unfortunately seated on opposite sides of the room, and could say very little over the conversation taking place between Mia and Gumshoe.

After sitting in this manner for a quarter of an hour, Phoenix was roused from his thoughts by Mr. Von Karma, who inquired with sneering civility:

"Pray, Mr. Wright, have not the militia departed Meryton by this point? They must be a great loss to your family."

Phoenix was momentarily distressed by the recollection of Dahlia Hawthorne. Mr. Von Karma had not mentioned her name, but Phoenix wondered if he knew about the situation as it pertained to Mr. Edgeworth. Was he aware that Mr. Edgeworth had gone and testified against his own witness? No, he couldn't possibly - there's no way he would approve of such a thing.

An involuntary glance showed him Mr. Edgeworth with a heightened color, looking fretfully at his mentor. Phoenix's collected behavior, however, soon did away with all of his anxieties, and the very circumstance which had been designed to turn his thoughts away from Mr. Wright seemed to have fixed them on him more and more cheerfully.

Their visit did not continue long after the question and answer mentioned above, and while Mr. Edgeworth was attending them to the carriage, Mr. Von Karma was venting all his criticisms on Mr. Wright's person and address onto his daughter. But he could not win her to any conversation on the subject, for Franziska remained resolutely silent. Her brother's recommendation was enough to ensure her favor; and though she still thought Phoenix Wright to be a miserable fool, she could also see how much her brother admired him.

When Edgeworth returned to the breakfast parlor, his mentor could not help repeating some part of what he had been saying to Franziska.

"Mr. Wright looks simply terrible this morning, don't you think, Miles? It's evident that he's been travelling, for his skin looks as dry as a raisin. He has grown so weary and coarse since the last time we saw him. I was sure I should not have recognized him."

Mr. Edgeworth was perfectly sensible that he was being provoked, but he contented himself by coolly replying that he had not noticed any particular alteration in Mr. Wright at all.

"But I must confess," Von Karma continued gravely, "that I find his company most unpleasant. He is a very unattractive, plain sort of fellow. You must agree with me on that point; it is the very first thing I noticed about him. He has nothing that marks him of distinguished birth. His face is too wide; his complexion has no brilliancy; and his eyes have a sharp, shrewish look that I do not like at all. Altogether, he has not one handsome feature about him. You'd think, therefore, that he'd work a little harder to improve his mind, but he seems wholly free from any intelligible thought."

Edgeworth looked somewhat nettled at this, but made no reply; and out of a determination to make him speak, Von Karma went on:

"I remember, when we first came to know of him, how amazed we all were to find out that he was a lawyer. And I particularly remember you saying one evening that he was a disgrace to the profession, and I was quite of your opinion. But afterwards, he seemed to improve on you, and I believe you thought him rather amiable at one time."

"Yes," replied Edgeworth, who could contain himself no longer, "but that was only when I first met him, for it has been many months since I have considered him one of the handsomest and most charming men of my acquaintance."

And in speaking these words, he would have turned and quitted the room had not Von Karma called out behind him, "Do not be a simpleton, Miles Edgeworth. You are perfectly aware, I'm sure, what would happen if you were to pursue this matter."

"You overestimate me, sir. I cannot fathom the consequences involved."

"He is a defense attorney. The antithesis of everything I have taught you to believe.”

”Yes, sir.”

”If you can be taken in so easily, perhaps I should revoke your position at the Prosecutor's office."

"I'm sorry, sir, but my position is quite secure. And with the good graces of Chief Gant, I don't believe I'll be losing the job any time soon."

"Do not underestimate me, boy. I gave you your job, and I can take it away just as quickly."

Edgeworth only answered with a slight inclination of the head.

"Do not test me," said Von Karma. "I warn you, there will be consequences."

Edgeworth made no answer and silently walked out of the room.

***

Mia and Mr. Armando talked to Phoenix of all that had passed at Pemberley, except for what had particularly interested them. The look and manner of everyone was discussed, except for the person who had mostly caught their attention. They spoke of his sister, his mentor, his friends, his food; everything but the man himself. Yet Phoenix was longing to know what Mia had thought of him; and Mia would have been exceedingly gratified by her brother's beginning the subject.