Victor held out his arm to escourt her into dinner, and she threaded her arm through his, resting her opposite gloved hand on the crook of his elbow, with a fond smile. Fond was perhaps the wrong word, but she couldn't think of a better one and she supposed if she allowed herself to it might be the right word. As the eldest 'pair' she and Victor followed the various parents into the room.

She had always assumed Miss Daphnel to be an overly shy and retiring creature, but her almost complete silence in the privacy of her own home, among her own family was a little odd, but she did her best to flash the girl a companionable grin. She had made her own enquiries about the Daphnel's she was less than familiar with - Jasper was little mystery to her, but Oliver and Beatrice were so far beneath her in age that she had almost no knowledge of them. She had heard through the grapevine that Miss Beatrice was a fond reader who enjoyed sewing - the later pastime was of less than zero interest to her, but there was something in the first one, although speaking to her at this position would be too difficult - and she made a mental note to try and speak with the lady properly when the parties split after dinner, for the ladies to took sherry while the men took brandy.

Instead she turned to Jasper, 'How is dragon restraint treating you Ja...Mister Daphnel?' she asked brightly, 'Is it quite as dashing as it sounds?' she offered, as the footmen placed the first course in front of them.

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