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[meerkats]

" But she's still preoccupied with 1985 "

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[gettingon]

[Isadora may be shine brightly like a summer's day while her brother burns like a warm fireplace, but to think her an innocent flower would be foolish. They are siblings, after all, and beauty flows in their veins. Her first lover had been one of his, after all, and she followed eagerly in his footsteps, albeit with more care and concern than he ever showed.

It's strange, though, how in the last few years he hasn't seemed to age a day. She's catching up with him, quickly, and that does concern the shrewd mind.

Still, for all she's heard of Lord Henry she had yet to meet him until now. Needless to say she was curious, occasionally meeting his eyes across the table despite the attempted interference. They were only the slightest of glances through conversations with others, more of an acknowledgement than anything else. Still, glances can be misconstrued, she knows as well as any woman. When he does in fact join her though she just smiles again, bright, innocent. As if Dorian's world could not stain her soul so. Maybe it can't. Maybe she's stronger than him. Only time would tell.]

Lord Henry, you speak as if I can't manage for myself. Nonetheless, you just missed Lady Joanna trying to gather me for a drink with her son. As I informed her, I already have a drink.

[She adds, lifting her champagne flute and taking a sip.]

[epigrammatical]

The champagne is without a doubt the better company; her ladyship's son is interesting only insofar as one shares his enthusiasm for horseflesh. Your grace would be wasted on him; indeed, I am sure that you might only gain his full attention if you were wearing a saddle and bridle.

[gettingon]

[she laughs at that, and her bright qualities are only countered by her English restrain, that cold child behind the mirth and warmth.]

I am sure he can find a woman to do just that, if he doesn't mind a fee and a bit of secrecy. then again, when has the aristocracy ever been adverse to secrecy? Should he want one to wed though, he may need to search a class or two below his standing.

[she is, then, playfully referring to physiognomy. Horse faced women indeed.]

[epigrammatical]

[Henry can't help but laugh.]

There are those who might wonder how such a flower of English womanhood might be aware of such secrets. But then I remind myself who your brother is—and I mean that entirely as a compliment.

[gettingon]

[ She matches his laugh with a little purse of a smile, a feigned innocent girlishness as she ships her champagne. ]

While I am sure he would appreciate such a fine compliment to his powers of influence, you really must have more faith in the minds of women. We talk of much the same things, and in what I have found to be a much subtler manner.

[epigrammatical]

Ah, is that what women talk of, then? I had been under the impression that anything stronger than mention of a famous divorce-case would be cause for the vapours.

[He knows better, of course. But he's willing to play along with wherever Miss Gray cares to go.]

[gettingon]

For some of us perhaps, but we Grays have a stronger constitution than that.

[ then she gives a small gasp, nothing genuine of course, and glances at her glass of champagne. ] And it seems that my constitution has gotten the better of me. If you would be so kind as to find me another glass of champagne, I might continue to enjoy such pleasant company as opposed to being whisked away by Lady Joanna again.