For a moment, the wizard frowned, before quickly schooling his expression into something more neutral. True, he did not expect the Alardices to be happy, or even understanding, but Stan knew the wealthy well enough to be confident in their desire to avoid a scandal. Surely their daughter could trust in that, if nothing else?

"The longer you wait," he cautioned as they continued their procession, "the fewer options remain to you. This—this is not a matter you can address without help, Miss Alardice."

Proper help, not the understanding and platitudes he had managed to deliver.