Lady Gwendolyn grinned back. "Antoine de Laurent- of course with a fortune sadly reduced what with the flight from France but Patience de Laurent! Hot well that sounds!"
Lady Gwendolyn tilted her head to the side, twining a curl of hair around a finger. "Oooh, how perfectly ravish my dear! I would have to be vewy dood to have something half so ravish happen to me, and even then the man would just be a constable." Normal English incapable of expressing her delight, Lady Gwendolyn resorted to Devonshire House Drawl. "Oo wucky childe, oo!"