The dowager was startled awake by a plop on the sofa. She reached for her monocle and peered closely at the unceremonious young woman who couldn't stop fanning herself.
"Enough dancing for tonight", declared the belle, "my feet are killing me."
"Is that you Miss Sophie?"
"Why yes it is, your Grace."
"Has it really been a decade since you've made your bow? Haven't you married that rascal Teddy yet?"
"Oh goodness no!"
"But he seems so devoted to you."
"Well you see, that's exactly it. I like having him devoted to me."