"Yes," Ella said simply, finding it more difficult this time to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She tilted her head to the side slightly, which gave her a bit of a woozy feeling. She liked it. The whole world felt warmer and softer than usual, and really she wanted another drink. "Thank you."
She made the mistake of glancing at the refreshment table again. The portrait of her father was staring at her! In his most demeaning way! She couldn't do anything truly fun with his visage bearing down on her like that.
It was the time for action, before their conversation went stale and she was left in a mixed state of emotion with her level-headed friend. Patience was a darling girl, to be sure, but she was far too sensible sometimes!
"I think I'd like some fresh air," she said and fanned herself with her hand. She shot Patience a look that she hoped said I'll be right back and tell you everything that we discuss! "It's rather stuffy in here, is it not? Would you mind escorting me to the garden, Mr. Brinsley?"