Examples Of Amelie's 'Elizabeth'

Chapter One
London, 1818
Elizabeth was not a saint. That’s not to say she was cruel, indecent, or unrespectable. She was human and aware enough of her character to try to be kind, thoughtful and dutiful to others. She was prone to melancholy but also knew joy, not as frugal as she ought to be but not a wastrel, she loved her family madly but frequently sought time alone from their society. She was neither lively nor indolent but she hated the pastimes females of her station passed for work; needlework of any kind was abhorrent to her. She was too smart for a woman and resorted to reading as much as possible to keep her mind satisfied as intelligent discourse was rare with her connections. Though reluctant to admit it, she loved animals more than most people and she had only one, dear friend. As she sat before the mottled glass at her dressing table, her Abigail Marie fussed with her hair
Amelie is singing. God save me from that intolerable squawking monkey of her daughter”. By such a greeting and leading her to sit beside her on the settee she showed the company her preference for Elizabeth’s society. The Countess was a consummate chess player and she just made her opening the queen’s gambit. By sacrificing her pawn she knew she’d make room for Elizabeth to shine. “Lady Worthington” Elizabeth said by way of hello with a scant inclining of her head before sitting. It was a treacherous move, designed to show the woman how little she cared for her presence or standing. Lady Worthington turned an alarming shade of puce but pasted on a wooden smile while taking in Elizabeth from head to toe slowly through her quizzing glass. “I see you couldn’t pass up another frivolous frock. It’s wonder you can still pay you cook enough to cause you to prendre du poids and ruin the effect ». Strike one for Lady