"Oh, your poor, poor darling!" Lady Gwendolyn exclaimed, seating herself with a little floof of skirts. "My heart bleeds for you, it really does! I could not think of anything at all besides visiting you- indeed, my morning toast and tea turned quite to ashes in my mouth and all that. I dressed and rushed over as soon as cook made up the trifle for you. Trifle always does cheer a person so."
Lady Gwendolyn assumed as innocent an expression as she possibly could and leaned forward. "Oh, but my dear! Newspaper reporters are so terrible at research! They probably forgot to ask the name of your gallant. In any case, I shouldn't breathe a word of it to anyone if you told me- and what?" The Laurent family? She frowned a little, though not enough to form frown lines later in life. "I know of them, of course- they are an emigre family from Nantes, three sons- but I shall not be put off quite so easily! Come, you can trust me."