But words failed her. Lucy was going quite mad, she was sure of it; her accusatory stance being given full vent with a shake of pointing finger. How could one feel so enraptured so quickly? Well, love, of course, but...
And that was when she noticed at least two other couples in teh room having similar confrontations: One person trying dearly to explain why they felt so needfully amorous, only to be rebuffed by the object of their affections. In one case, a wife slapping her husband, on account of his romantic attentiosn obviously having drifted elsewhere.
That same hand went to hair and, with a fretful rub of the same, Lucy creased brow. She was not the only one to have been caught up in this, it seemed!
She was so caught up in the madness of it all, that the spoken observation as to a need for biting, had gone right over Lucy's head. Instead, now she was given reason to fear the maid and was starting to hesitantly move away, step by step.
"You stay away from me! You... You... You lovely- horrid girl! You make me come over all... All... All funny, you do!"