Ella held onto Mr. Brinsley's arm with both hands now, she leaned her cheek against his arm and looked up at him with a dreamy expression.
"He was intelligent, charming, handsome... and passionate about, well about his passions! The Revolution and Daphne," she said softly. It was so utterly romantic. The perfect man, the perfect woman, a topsy-turvy world and they were thrown about in it like discarded dolls in a playhouse. "It's terribly sad, Mr. Brinsley... you see, the Revolutionary was killed. His name was Robert."