She pursed her lips a moment in thought. She had obtained Mr. Macmillan's attentions now, but not secured them. It would not do to not cultivate other options, and Mr. Rosier was certainly one of those. But how best to satisfy his own interests?

"A true gentleman moderates himself to those with whom he is in conversation," the witch decided on, "but does so in a way that sees them all—even debutantes—as individuals, rather than a singular wall of bricks—" tedious, without an original thought "—to be painted by the same brush."

Her smile suggested he would be very foolish to do so with her.