Enter Stage Left:

[sixpearls]

A lady enters. She is young, perhaps thirty years, with a pretty complexion, blue eyes, and a fine smile, although it is small and warm, the smile of one who knows she intrudes and wishes to assure the company that she means no harm, and is well-bred. She pauses, and then enquires, in a soft and lovely voice,--Good day. I am Mrs. James Watson, and

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[moderatelymad]

*a polite, if antiquated, bow, and then a crooked grin that offsets all formalities* Welcome, madam.

[sixpearls]

*smiles a very genuine smile and offers her hand* Thank you, sir. Might I ask your name?

[moderatelymad]

You very well might. People often do. *another smile -- he's playing, not mocking -- and takes her hand* It's Florian, for most purposes. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

[sixpearls]

And I yours, Mr. Florian. Have you lived here long?