She had thought she had caught a glimpse of him among the guests, but had observed from a far to be sure. Yes, there he was over there, she observed from the security of the rim of her champagne glass. With that trollop of an Ennington girl, Catherine. What could she possibly have that Olivia did not? Oh good, he was done with her, making his way - alone - elsewhere.

Olivia hurried after him with as much dignity as her gown allowed.

"Oh Mister Culpepper! There you are! It's so wonderful to see you here tonight, the evening wouldn't be complete without you."