She was so grateful that her smile became less difficult.
"I got what Lady Maria wanted," she added, and the childlike dimple in her cheek endeavoured to defy her eyes.
The Marquis of Walderhurst looked rather odd.

Emily had never seen him look like this before.

He took a silver flask out of his pocket in a matter-of-fact way, and filled its cup with something.
"That is sherry," he said.

"Please drink it.

You are absolutely faint." She held out her hand eagerly.