Mrs. Birdwood's footsteps clumped precisely on the wooden floors as she headed towards the drawing room of Brintely Manor, intending to tell Lady Bridgewater that Lord Barrows required her attention.

"London's season is always exquisite," Lady Bridgewater's voice carries on in tremendous excitement.
"You're sure to find a suitable gentleman to tickle your fancy."

"I doubt it much." Came the doubtful reply from the young country Missus, Eloise, who arrived at Brintely Manor no more than two days ago.
"I doubt any gentleman in London would fancy a country lass for a wife."

Mrs. Birdwood finally reaches the drawing room, stopping at the entrance. She pauses at the door instead, not wanting to suddenly interrupt the conversation going on.

"Eloise, dear, you downplay your advantages far too frequently for your own good."

Lady Bridgewater makes way to the wine cabinet and pours herself a...