He was jealous—not because he wanted Tatiana, but because Tatiana thought him the inferior suitor. That, though, was not what he was stuttering on about.
“It is of no consequence, truly,” he tried, having found his ability to speak smoothly once again. “It is only - he sought me out upon hearing I had proposed, and—” Well that train of thought was no good, either.
“I don’t think he will be good for you, Tatiana,” he decided finally, “and I do not say this out of jealousy. I would rather you marry neither of us than him.”
“It is of no consequence, truly,” he tried, having found his ability to speak smoothly once again. “It is only - he sought me out upon hearing I had proposed, and—” Well that train of thought was no good, either.
“I don’t think he will be good for you, Tatiana,” he decided finally, “and I do not say this out of jealousy. I would rather you marry neither of us than him.”
