"Oh, no," said Lady Gwendolyn, still flushed and somewhat awkward. "I- you are not a bore, Mr. Fisher, not in the least." For all love, find some composure, she mentally scolded herself.
She gave him a smile half out of relief at his opinion of Lady Melbourne. "Why, Mr. Fisher! How ton you are! I daresay you would make an excellent duke." No use beating around the bush, was there? Lady Gwendolyn had always been keen on titles. "You would be a credit to the House of Lords- providing you voted with the Whig line?"
She had said it with alarming innocence, almost as a throw-away phrase, but her look at him over the edge of her fan was incredibly shrewd.