He could be awkward and he could be reclusive, but after briefly witnessing Miss Daphnel August felt like a social butterfly.
"Ah, yes," August said. He placed the woman after a few moments - Mrs. Devine, formerly Miss Dippet. She was a socialite now, and August was not sure what to expect from this conversation other than that he really ought not to accidentally say anything political or make any comments about, broadly, fashion.
"A pleasure to see you again," he continued, shuffling the cards. "I'm glad to say that Miss Vablatsky's fortune hasn't come true, either."
There had been something about fish at that party, hadn't there? August tried to recall.
"Ah, yes," August said. He placed the woman after a few moments - Mrs. Devine, formerly Miss Dippet. She was a socialite now, and August was not sure what to expect from this conversation other than that he really ought not to accidentally say anything political or make any comments about, broadly, fashion.
"A pleasure to see you again," he continued, shuffling the cards. "I'm glad to say that Miss Vablatsky's fortune hasn't come true, either."
There had been something about fish at that party, hadn't there? August tried to recall.