Beth was rather impressed. This was the quickest at which a man had ever offered her a gift, even if it was roses cut from his own back yard and she took hold of Lord Hurst's arm, leaning against him. "One for now would do quite nicely." She said, smiling up at him.
"Your wife is unwell, isn't she?" Beth said suddenly, as if it had just occurred to her. "I...she is lying down upstairs, but it is nothing too serious. She should be recovered by tomorrow." She looked up again at Lord Hurst, the light from the ballroom casting shadows over her face and highlighting her soft, red mouth, so very tempting. "But that leaves you all alone tonight, in a big empty bed."