Snippet #1509716

Isobel felt strangely warm as she saw his eyes trail slowly across her skin, suddenly the air did not seem quite so chilly. She thought she should be ashamed of her behaviour and yet what she actually felt was liberated. Yes this was improper and yes it was scandalous and yet it was oddly thrilling and she did not want the feeling to disappear any time soon.
"Perhaps as a lady I should not admit to agreeing with you but I find most often balls are not to my taste either. So much of it is politics and proper behaviour and I often find it dreadfully dull."
She smiled then imagining the look of horror on her mama's face if she heard her speaking in such tones of a subject her mama considered to be the lifeblood of ladies of good breeding.

"You are observant to have noticed that I am avoiding someone's notice." She said and then frowned. "My mama thinks he will make a good match for me but if I am forced to spend any more time in his company I think I will go mad."
She stopped then surprised at how easily she talked with this man, after all he was a stranger to her and one that did not act as a gentleman should or at least not as she had been taught they should at any rate. She wondered if that was why she was enjoying his company so much because he acted differently to all the other men of her acquaintance. Whilst most of them were perfectly pleasant she found them to be frightfully dull and resented the fact that most expected her to simply sit there and smile. Whenever she made an intelligent comment they looked surprised and often did not know how to respond.

"Perhaps I am being too forward but would you like to sit with me awhile?" Isobel said quickly frightened she would lose her nerve. "I cannot stay much longer but a few moments more."