"Lady Blakeney! Lady Blakeney!" Marguerite turned her head away from the Prince of Wales, with whom she was engaged in conversation, and averted her attention to the girl who was calling to her from across the ballroom. "Lady Blakeney!"

"Lud! Everette. It is not polite to call to someone across the room."

"I'm sorry, Lady Blakeney. I just needed some advice."

"Concerning…?"

"Love." Marguerite smiled knowingly and led Everette into a small, deserted gallery.

"Now, what is it that you want to know?"

"Well, I just met this gentlemen, in the supper room, and he is pretty much the best thing that ever happened to me…" Marguerite couldn't restrain a loud chortle.

"Pardon me," Everette said, quite annoyed, "but I fail to see the joke."

"I'm sorry, Everette, but I've heard the same words over and over. I believe that O myself have said them."

"What words?"

"'And he is pretty much the best thing that ever happened to me.'"

Fin

A/N: Okay, what do you all think? Please R&R.