A few of the ladies to one side of the look exchanged a bemused glance over their own wine, but none were so uncouth as to interrupt with word nor giggle. The Lady LaVelle chose to answer , between slow sips of her own wine.<br/><br/>"As is customary for us following such events as this, we shall be having a calling day, for those whom we have given calling cards to come by and speak with us in an atmosphere more suitable for personal conversation."<br/><br/>"Matters of business," her husband took up the explanation smoothly, "Are rarely well suited to discussion at a party. Besides which, I imagine you'll need to be properly introduced to the girl if you wish to court her! Though where she's gotten off to is anyone's guess..." he trailed off, searching the nearby crowd as if his daughter might appear simply because of his desire for it, and then he looked to a young man wearing the family red, the elaborate mask of a jet-black panther dangling from his hip.<br/><br/>"Edmond... Go see if you can't suss her out, there's a good lad." Edmond nodded, and bowed with a smile to the LaVelle's and their new guest. "Right away, Uncle," he promised, and turned to disappear into the crowds, the russet of his coat disappearing surprisingly swiftly.