"Bah!" said De Brie when she had left. "Fine projects all that; she will stay in her hotel, read novels about mortal women named Firielle being carried off by long-haired elf-princes, and will play silmarillion†, no longer being able to play the Bourse."
† A game of chance that one plays with cards inscribed with pictures of annoyingly preening elves in eighteenth-century costume.
