Tatiana had found Mrs. Pucey to be rather insipid ever since they shared a dormitory; marriage had not made the former Miss Jetson any more interesting. Still, she had declined her friend's past two invitations, and had not been able to justify doing so a third time in a row without jeopardizing her status with the woman, who could prove useful at times. This act of calculation was decidedly rewarded when Tatiana was approached before the meal by none other than Mr. Charles Macmillan, whom she had decided she would marry by year's end. 

(She was not surprised, having confirmed the guest list prior to arriving, but pretended to be nonetheless.)

"You took the words right from my mouth, Mr. Macmillan," she returned with a coy smile. "Now I fear I must comment upon the size of the room or compliment the assemblage of guests, though in truth I wish most to inquire how you have settled in to your new position."