“I wonder, Lady Beckham, which of the ladies you think are a better choice than you … I have found no such lady.” Bridget blushed, "I hear Lady Northwick is of a sharp mind and speaks quite the many languages, Lady Delaney has been named this season’s diamond, the vision of perfection I am told, your own sister, Lord Brantley, is unmatched in her compassion and kindness. “If you don’t object, I’ll much rather join, although I think your voice might just be the most beautiful I’ve heard so far … Why else would the twins be soo fussy when they can’t rely on your voice to put them to sleep.” Bridget did not respond this time as she was too busy blushing, instead she motioned him to follow her, with her mother right behind him as a chaperone was supposed to be present with them at all times. Bridget had arrived at twins’ room where they were almost inconsolable. Bridget knelt by their cribs, gently held their little hands, and began to sing, “Dacw 'Nghariad …” As she sung she nuzzled their noses with hers, rocked them gently in her arms, before placing them back in their cribs and covering them with a soft blanket. Bridget’s mother spoke softly to Bainbridge after the song had ended, "That was Welsh, she can speak Gaelic, Irish, and Latin fluently as well… Bridget had come over to them her face red with embarrassment, "If you want to leave or think less of me, I understand.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Bainbridge 