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Did she really count as a debutante anymore? In respect she rather hoped not, as her general view was that it was a silly palava, on the other hand admitting she wasn't felt rather like admitting to spinsterhood - and she wasn't ready for that.

She feined horror - 'Less debutantes?' an affronted hand laid across her chest. 'Mister Daphnel you've gone too far! Fewer debutantes? Can you not hear the hearts of every marriage minded mother in England break? Even over the sound of that wretched violin.' she jibed, managing to control her laugh until the end, before it escaped her, as the aforementioned violin made a perfectly (for her purposes if not for the waltz) squek.

She held up her hand, counting off her fingers like check marks, 'Alright then, if I am to appropriately dazzle you with amusement, I need ensure there are no debtantes and?' it was an extreme interpretation of his response but given he was still tipsy, it was clear half measures wouldn't do. Christabel was warming to her theme now, and the sting of affront at his questions of her spinsterhood were giving way to the challenge of meeting his amusement.
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