"I understand," she said thoughtfully. "And no, she isn't hard to get along with... she is just......." she paused for a moment to think of the correct word. "She is just eccentric, but I have the feeling you already know that about her." Amelia smoothed her hands over the fine skirt of the evening gown she wore, ignoring the way her bustle made it near impossible to sit sometimes. "Parties aren't for me either. I would rather be upstairs with a good book. Miss Harlowe said it was poppycock to hide away."