"Hm," Lady Gwendolyn said thoughtfully. "I really must, then. Aside from a good round of gossip or a new gown, there is nothing I love better than in helping a match come together. Well, except a Whig majority in Parliament, but that isn't likely to happen when the country's in love with Pitt. Such a cold fish, Pitt! Never smiles, only speaks. And drinks. I heard he downed three bottles of port in one sitting the other day. Most shocking."
She shook her head. "La! How ridiculous of me; I always get so distracted by politics from hat is really important: facilitating a meeting between you and Monsieur de Laurent! About when, do you think, should you be recovered from your dreadful, dreadful ordeal?"