"I am assuming he is an aide, as his displeasure was so apparent when I asked him his new position! He wants to set up his own law practice! And he was at Vauxhall" Emilie leaned in as though she feared the maids would hear "because he was" she paused dramatically "LOST!!!" Emilie loved to tease her pretty friend. She laughed out loud for a moment then continued, with avid interest "Oh, you must tell me what you learn of him. He is one of the handsomest men I have ever set eyes on. And so modest..." She took a small flask from under the side table and poured a brown liquid into her teacup. "Father has been... Father. " Emilie's voice was suddenly sad. "No, not relented, nor is he likely to. I am afraid it is up to Lord_____ to break off the engagement." She quickly turned the topic back to Gwendolyn's father "Cock fights? Oh those poor creatures. I do hope your father loses just enough to stress his purse, and not yours, at those abominable events!"