A bit shaken was a charitable way to phrase it, but she ought to have expected no less. Mr. Browne had shown himself to be nothing if not chivalrous in all of their interactions so far. She had been an absurd mess, was the truth of things. He must have noticed her at the table turning so quickly to get away from him, since he'd been so swift to come in and offer assistance. She could not pretend now that she'd merely been going about her evening when she'd run into Miss... Topaz had already forgotten her name, distracted as she'd been during the conversation. Had they even exchanged introductions? She couldn't be sure.
"I'm so terribly sorry," she said, before she could think better of it. She probably ought to have kept on pretending nothing had happened and that she hadn't been avoiding him, because that was the polite thing to do, but she was too mortified to keep it up. "This simply isn't how I'd thought the night would go at all."
"I'm so terribly sorry," she said, before she could think better of it. She probably ought to have kept on pretending nothing had happened and that she hadn't been avoiding him, because that was the polite thing to do, but she was too mortified to keep it up. "This simply isn't how I'd thought the night would go at all."
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