*Madame de Tourvel is in the library, bent over a history book. She thought that, because of the superfluity of people from various time periods in the Mansion, she ought to be aware of where all of them come from. But the print is small and the light not very bright and she would be just as happy to put down the book.*

*Madame de Tourvel sits on a chair outside in the garden, the light muslin of her skirts spread about her. She's reading - Clarissa - but does not seem too heavily engrossed, at least not so much that she couldn't be interrupted.*