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Oh, I am pleased to meet you, your Grace," Henry said brightly. "I'm Henry."
He paused for just a moment. "Henry?" he asked faintly, his hand straying again to his quizzing glass.
"Henrietta Wilhelmina Tallant, actually," she said candidly. "Is it not a dreadful mouthful? And only my mortal enemies call me Henrietta. It always makes me think of a fat, big-bosomed lady with pale hair and puffy face, reclining on a sofa with a lapdog and a dish of bonbons."
The blue eyes beneath the half-closed lids took on a distinct gleam. "I believe I had better call you Miss Tallant," Eversleigh said.
Henry had noticed the gleam. "Oh, dear," she said contritely, "my wretched tongue! I should not have mentioned bosoms, should I? Indeed, Giles warned me about it just a few weeks ago, when I embarrassed poor George and Douglas so. But I forgot already."
Eversleigh was saved from the ordeal of having to answer that one when the music began and he realized that it was a waltz tune.
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