Unfortunately Ella was not so lucky to have much of an alcohol tolerance and the third glass of wine seemed to have set her on a proper course to drunkenness. She was practically beside herself with glee as they walked through the mingling mourners and towards the garden. The world had grown fuzzy around the edges, and every step made her feel like she was made out of feathers. The feeling was intoxicating! She giggled at the ironic thought.
"Oh are we?" she said with a half shrug and a vague flourish of her free hand. She was suddenly very aware of how elegant her hand motions looked and sighed. Hopefully Mr. Brinsley noticed! But she reminded herself to answer his question. She bit her lip while trying to recall what he'd just asked her. "Mm my family... Mother is faring horribly! Did you see the way she was acting? Caterwauling! Like a cat! ... in heat!" --she giggled into Mr. Brinsley's arm-- "Daphne's miserable. She was the favourite. ...John's ...well he's a man. A gentleman!"