The Pantechnicon stored and distributed a good deal of furniture as well. The very idea of a lady of good breeding visiting such a place. There would be tables lying about, on their sides, naked! Not to mention flaccid dirigibles! Alexia shuddered at the very idea.

How was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!

...Tunstell was not what one could describe as call subtle. His flaming red hair bobbed up with each pointed and articulated footstep as though he were some cloaked Gothic villain creeping across a stage.

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.

If there is gossip to be garnered, garner it. If there are new dress styles to be imitated, imitate them. If there are hearts to be broken, break them. That's my girls.

Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.