Your role is dignified comedy.

O dear! O my!" She stifled a yawn behind her faultlessly gloved hand.

"I'm feeling these late hours in my aged bones.

It wasn't much of a dance, was it?
Or am I disillusioned?
Certainly that Edgeworth boy fell in love with me--the depraved creature--trying his primitive wiles there in the conservatory! Little beast! There are no nice boys any more; they're all too young or too sophisticated.

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