Elizabeth did not need to marry to survive. She was of sufficent title to not become a spinster, but instead become someone of distinguished tastes who never found a suitable husband for herself. Her father on the other hand thought that it would be best of his Little Lizzie did have a male in her life that could fufil her heart. Much to the reason of her sister's incessant tries to get her to favour at least one of the suitors.
As the butler brought Charles to the tea-room, Lady Darling looked up. Elizabeth took her qeuque and followed to look at him. She gave a delicate smile and then as soon as she saw her sister move she did the same. It wasn't that she didn't know proper eqitque it was that she wasn't exactly all there. Not that Charles wasn't a handsome young man, he was. It was simply put that she had no true cares to get married just yet. The two women gave their elegant curtsies, and sat down once more. The butler giving a small nod, and then quietly exiting.
"So good of you to call upon us this day Mr. Hurst," Lady Darling said. She was the epitome of proper life. Elizabeth had always noted that.
Elizabeth looked over at Charles once more and smiled gently. "Yes it is very nice to see you today Mr. Hurst," she smiled.