me?â
Petra scowled at him. He would only laugh at her if she told him about the automaton designsâÂnot that she could. âItâs nothing that would interest you .â
âWell it isnât going to keep you busy on Saturday, is it?â
That was her next meeting with Emmerich. âYes, as a matter of fact. It will.â
âAll day?â
âWell, no, butâÂâ
âExcellent.â He reached into his coat pocket. âI wanted to give you this a few days ago, but you were being a bit snappish, so I decided to wait.â He withdrew a folded handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. âOpen it up.â
Frowning at Tolly, Petra carefully unfolded the cloth. Two small spools of silk ribbon sat in the handkerchief, one a pearlescent white and the other a dark rich blue.
âI thought they might look nice when you braid your hair,â he said.
âTheyâre lovely, Tolly.â
âYou can wear them Saturday, to the theater,â he said grinning.
âThe theater?â
âA libretto opens this weekend in the second quadrant, at that fancy French place youâre always on about, the mechanical one. I thought you might like to go, you knowâÂthe two of us.â
âOh.â
âWell?â
She couldnât miss her meeting with Emmerich, but she couldnât tell Tolly what she was up to either. âWhat time?â
âThree oâclock, according to the tickets I already bought.â
Petra frowned. He was trying to bully her into going, just like he always did when he wanted something. But a three oâclock showing left no time in the evening to work on the automaton design with Emmerich. âI canât.â
âOh come on, Pet. Itâll be fun.â
âI said I canât, Tolly. Iâm sorry.â
His smile vanished. âCanâtâÂor wonât?â
She sighed. âItâs not like that.â
âDonât think I havenât noticedâÂyouâve been avoiding me. You havenât played cards with us in months. Every time I ask you to go somewhere, you decline, and when I try to talk to you, you ignore me or tell me to bugger off.â
âI told you,â she said, âIâve been busy.â
âWith what ?â
She bit her lip.
âItâs something to do with that stupid University, isnât it?â His eyes burned with anger. âEver since you got it in your head to attend that infernal school, youâve changed. Youâre different now.â
âWhen have I ever wanted anything else?â
âIt was just a dream, PetraâÂa stupid childhood fantasy. You know you can never be an engineer for the Guild. Why do you keep trying?â
âBecause someday Iâll design tickers that will change the world. Youâll see.â
âDo you honestly believe that? Listen to yourself,â he scoffed. âItâs time you understand something about the world: no man wants to marry a woman with grease under her nailsâÂor bed her, for that matter. Women are good for two things only, and messing about with machines isnât one of them. The sooner you figure that out, the better off youâll be.â He wheeled around and stormed through the storage room, knocking Petraâs automaton designs down from the stool. As the papers scattered across the floor, he paused and nudged one aside with his foot, tilting his head to examine the mechanical sketches. He snatched up the leg design and glanced back at her. âYouâre not a little girl anymore, Pet,â he said, ripping the paper into fourths. âItâs time you grew up and accepted your place in this worldâÂstarting now.â He thrust the scraps toward her, and they fluttered to the floor.
Petraâs heart burned in her chest, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. The rush of blood in her ears drowned all sound