Emilie was still troubled at having cause Msr Belmont unease and was grateful for the change of conversation. "Oh yes! This way. I would love to hear your tales of India. My father goes often, as well as other exotic locales, but he says the things he sees aren't fitting for my ears. I told him he would probably hear far worse if he went calling with me, but he wouldn't budge!" She laughed softly, a warm sound like a fine silver spoon hitting a port filled crystal glass. "Miss Emilie!" Mrs. O'Riley had her oft worn scandalised expression on her face again.