Unlike the fool in his story, Miss Kozlova did not allow her hand to be snatched by the lunging jaguar. It was as it should be — younger folk yearning from the older. But Arven got the impression she hadn't learned a huge amount from their conversation in Saint Petersburg; except that she had a wealth of ambition within her, and it was capable of spilling out and embarrassing her in a flurry of blushes.

Of course, Arv did not find such things embarrassing. On the contrary, dreams were something to be proud of... and follow.

"And you, Miss Kozlova", he replied amiably, shaking her delicate hand. "And I'm here on account of my sister, who wishes me to mix more, and socialise... perchance to find a suitable match", he finished dully. "In fact", he realised with a hint of amusement; "it seems my reason for being here is exactly the same as yours was at our last meeting."

They were both prone to begrudgingly attending social events on account of a well-meaning sister.