Just like two colliding swords, their invisible words stabbed at each other. They couldn't even afford to cover up their feelings and use gobbledygooks like they did in the salons. The two had just come out of the horror of death, and they were very perplexed for different reasons.
The duchess did not want to admit the fact that Eckart might have died. In fact, she was more concerned about the possible death of the emperor than the marquise's arrogant attitude.
As their personalities were so unique, they had never been close, but they were concerned about their only nephew, the emperor. Wasn't he the only legitimate son of the Frey and Romanov families? They never thought that he would disappear so vainly. It was too cruel to think of his tragic incident as the work of their main god Airius, it was too shameful to think he was killed by the rebel forces.
In fact, Mrs. Chester had nothing to do with the wagon accidents yesterday and today, though nobody believed that.