"Don't allow yourself to waste that chance. Don't succumb to any...distractions." I could only imagine my expression. Miss Swanston lowered her candy-red lashes and glanced back at Armand. "Oh," I said, swallowing. "No. Definitely not." "Forgive me. He seems quite taken with you." The bite of roll lodged in my throat; I coughed. "He isn't, I assure you." "Eleanore, it grieves me to correct you, but he is staring at you even now. He hasn't been able to tear his eyes from you since we arrived." I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't say anything like, that's I scowled down at my plate. "He's simply..." "Yes?" she prompted, very mild. I searched for the right word. "I don't know what he is," I admitted finally, frustrated. "Bored, I suppose." "Yes," she said again, just as mild. "I'm glad you've realized it, too." "But I'm not dense. He's nobility. I know-I know what I am. I know what to avoid." "Good," Miss Swanston said once more, and gave me her wistful smile."