"Chill?" He repeated, not having felt it, but perhaps such a delicate creature did feel the cold more readily. He guided her a little further into the room however, away from any possible drafts, "I hope you feel a little more comfortable here. If there is a draft, I apologise, and shall have the architect examine the hall tomorrow morning."
And then, in what he took to be a most flirtatious and scandalous manner, she passed him her card. He had never, in all his years, been given such a thing by any woman, and he could only assume, from Miss Downing's appearance, and her association with Lord Stanley, that the gesture was as inappropriate as he imagined. "A private reading?" He said, with some embarrassment, "Would you not be avaliable at parties? My sister has quite an interest in talents such as yours, and rather fancies herself to have them too, I would dare say."