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Replaying in Lydia’s mind after she had asked Corin about his successes was her interaction with her sister. How much it didn’t seem like her sister. It felt discomforting, to be looking at Aurelia but speaking with a stranger. What infuriated Lydia the most was that she was unable to place reasoning for her behaviour. Had it been something to do with Aurelia’s retreat? What could have possibly been so convincing enough to change a mind as strong as her sisters? Lydia knew how near-impossible that was, with such similar qualities to her. She had to find some way to speak to Aurelia again properly, without the concern of their mother looming around.
Suddenly, Lydia reminded herself of where she was, and the fact that she wasn’t alone. In that moment she realised the man in front of her was speaking to her, and Lydia became aware of the blank expression she had probably been giving. She sat further forward to indicate she actually was listening as he began to describe his success in finding a someone at the ball. Because, while Lydia had guessed that nothing he was saying would concern her, she supposed the courtesy of her attention was the least she could do after practically forcing him into her company.
The man described some nameless girl from his past who had caught his attention. Looking at him, Lydia could appreciate that he was certainly attractive, and perhaps it was just charisma that had given her a sense of familiarity with him. Maybe it was how he made many feel around him. Lydia had little doubt that someone like him had trouble receiving any romantic attention. “I’m sure you could make this mystery woman very happy,” Lydia responded, though unsure of why or how she would give advice on people she hardly knew about. Though it wasn’t just advice he was searching for, but any feeling of relatability to what he was saying.
Someone you longed for who escaped you?
“Ah… I suppose that… --” Lydia began after he had directed the conversation her way. Though she had no intention of answering, and delving into the person that had came to mind, she was aware that her lack of denial was answer in itself. “You could say that people have escaped me,” She told him vaguely, using it to describe multiple different scenarios, including one he had been asking about. “I’m not one to dwell, though,” Lydia continued, which really just meant: she wasn’t one to share with someone she had only met moments ago.
“For your own case, however,” She began, as she shifted the subject back to giving so-called ‘feminine insight’, as if Lydia had anything to give. She hardly gave time to concern herself of her own romantic affairs, and so attempting to provide insight regarding others was a whole new challenge. Though after some consideration for his case, she concluded with an answer that she would imagine would work with most people. Maybe including herself. “Perhaps… reminding her of the time you were not strangers.”
Almost immediately after Lydia had given her words of wisdom, the carriage stopped at their destination: the Thames beach.
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