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Twenty minutes later, donning a plush pink dress; cotton-make, Louisa dismounted the split staircase into the dining hall. A pair of hawkish eyes followed her trail as she walked up to the empty chairs on that side.
"I can see that my son has not particularly informed you of the rules about dining at the appropriate hour in this house."
Louisa, head bent, had sparsely succeeded in glueing her stiff bottom to the soft component of the leather chair when the woman's thick voice punched the insides of her ears.
"I," Louisa swallowed, "did not think that my dress would encounter a problem on my way down."
"And," Madam Eloise was sipping something from her cup, some hard content that spoiled the air with a pungent scent. "That should also explain why you disobeyed my opinion of a dress code for supper?"
