Belinda nodded slightly, listening intently "Fine words, sir, to beguile the heart of a simple gentry lass from the Hills, then?  Methinks the posh roves of the city will circle to cut such out of the herd.  A young maiden could lose her honor at such parties, I fear."<br/><br/>Belle grinned "Like that?  Or was that too thick?"  Perfect, this was just the sort of instruction she needed.  She tucked her journal away and altered her posture  No longer in a half slouch like a cat's alert sprawl, but sitting erect, on the edge of her seat not touching the back.  Her eyes were a little wider, her cheeks more rosy - she had passed her hands across them but what exactly she had done was mostly hidden by her loose sleeves.  She checked a ocket looking-glass. Almost, she wasn't dressed for the role, but this was a start.