Reminds me of this Victorian Ballroom dance scene by Anthony Trollope:

"The party went off as such parties do. There were fat old ladies, in fine silk dresses, and slim young ladies, in gauzy muslin frocks; old gentlemen stood up with their backs to the empty fire-place, looking by no means so comfortable as they would have done in their own arm-chairs at home; and young gentlemen, rather stiff about the neck, clustered near the door, not as yet sufficiently in courage to attack the muslin frocks, who awaited the battle, drawn up in a semicircular array. The warden endeavoured to induce a charge, but failed signally, not having the tact of a general; his daughter did what she could to comfort the forces under her command, who took in refreshing rations of cake and tea, and patiently looked for the coming engagement: but she herself, Eleanor, had no spirit for the work ; the only enemy whose lance she cared to encounter was not there, and she and others were somewhat dull."

I now know a little more about my dearest dearest Ben Layden!

Anthony Trollope....only superficially familiar with his works.

Now.

Going to make a point to know more.
As well as delve into something new!

Thank u!

Xxx
B.

Bridgette ma'am,
is it not exquisitely beautifully written in the mock heroic style with the lovely metaphor of the cavalry charge of the gentlemen towards the muslin skirts on the battlefield in the ballroom?

Sir Layden.....

And that be an aspiration of mine.

Conjure images that stir feelings within one by leaving the door ajar.....just just enough.....to peak in, allow ones imagination to do the rest

.....need to find a muslin skirt.....

Adore your style Sir Layden.....

Xxx
B.