Flavia didn't know if she should cheer, or scream, or faint, seeing the closest thing she'd found to a parent on the other side of the door. Maybe, given the circumstances, she'd even permit herself to break the cardinal rule of the de Luces, and fling herself sobbing into his arms; anything was possible. Then she looked away from him, back at the small, confused little girl Ophelia had become. If Feely thought, even a little, that their mother had come to life again--that Flavia was Harriet--there was only one option.

"Harriet...Harriet de Luce," she lies, trying to keep her voice steady. "And Ophelia de Luce." She makes a feeble gesture towards Feely, standing by the door.