Jane and the Canterbury Tale de Stéphanie Barron
"AH, MISS AUSTEN", CRIED MR. RICHARD TYLEN AS HE offered me a glass of claret this evening - most welcome, as the day had been exceedingly wet, and the crush of persons in the ballroom at Chilham Castle so great as entirely prevent me approaching the fire - "It has been an age since we met ! And yet you appear to greater advantage than ever, if I may permit myself to offer so blod a compliment. That gown is exceessively becoming. A shade exactly suited to a lady of your colouring."
As the gown was new, anda source of inordinate pride - the very kick of fashion and purchassed at breathless expense only six months before in Brighton - I blushed like a school-girl. "You flatter me, Mr. Tylden."