"Oh," Henri said, surprised by the comment. It was good of him to say something, she supposed, so that she could fix it before she came across anyone else, but it made her vaguely anxious to think that he'd been looking that closely at her, all the same. She looked down at it (even though she had been told, in finishing school, that one ought to avoid looking down so sharply when gentlemen were around; it put one's chin in an uncharitable light) and then used both hands to try and nudge the chain enough for it to fall back into place.

"Uhm, thank you," she said, blushing. She desperately wished she had her fan to shield herself from him, but it was down the stairs and there was nothing to be done about it now. Still, she couldn't help but think that the position of her necklace was close to both her face and her chest; she didn't want him looking at either, particularly, and wasn't sure which was the lesser of the two evils. "I'm sorry if I seemed a bit rude, before."