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Lylias, the Dowager Lady Frewin of Begma (not that she would thank you for
the appellation of 'Dowager') is an elegant woman
now into her middle years but artfully disguising it, and retaining much of
her fragile beauty. She has a whim of iron, my Lady, and her best efforts
are directed towards the restoration of the family fortunes, sadly depleted
during her late Lord's tenancy of the Frewin title. She will not hear a
word said against her dearest Marcus, and will take
out a handkerchief (finest black cotton, edged with lace made especially for
her by nuns at the Convent of the Unicorn in Begma) to dab the finely-lined
skin around her eyes at the merest mention of his name. If her dearest
husband had a financially ruinous weakness for gambling, and for opera
dancers ... well, it was a trial to Lylias Frewin, but she bears up
wonderfully, as she always has done under adversity. All she regrets of her
current financial reverses is that she is no longer able to host those
glittering charity functions to which the nobility of Begma were wont to
flock in her heyday. It is not the pleasure, of course, that Lady Frewin
misses, but because those poor orphans, the lame and the halt and the sick
must now despair, for Lady Frewin is no longer there to succour them by
means of the most delightful musical soiree to raise funds. |
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