Antoine was having a relatively good evening. Having run into an old friend, he felt more at ease at the social gathering than he had in a while. So, when he heard the voice of the young Hurst girl, Antoine simply smiled and took another sip of his champagne.
"Madamoiselle Hurst. How are you this evening?" Using his free hand, he took hers and placed a kiss to it, smiling up at her with his usual gentlemanly flair.