Offering to fetch a glass of water for her grandmother and her crony had given her the perfect excuse to stretch her legs and to escape the matrons’ incessant chattering for a few precious moments. But now with a glass clutched in each hand, and a myriad of people between her and her goal, namely her grandmother and Lady Gosport who sat on the far side of the room, it no longer seemed at all sensible. “I will just take my time. I am perfectly capable of carrying two glasses; small ones at that,” she muttered to herself before taking her first step; a large confident step to set the tone for the rest of her journey. “Oomph!” Dizzy still watching the water gently swaying in the glasses as she had started to move, was completely startled and confounded by the hard wall that had unexpectedly appeared and halted her progress before she had truly gotten under way. “What in blazes…?” growled a deep voice somewhere above her bowed head.
