Flora did not answer immediately. She maintained a courteous smile on her face, but her slender eyes seemed to narrow slightly.
She looked down, twirling the tea cup in her hand, the dried rose inside gently swirling. "Pope's Pastoral Poems are certainly good. Since you brought it up, it would be impolite of me to refuse. However, Arthur, you know ladies are always very greedy."
Even greedier than the ladies, Sir Arthur Hastings broke out in a sweat upon hearing this. He stroked his chin as if in deep thought and said, "Then... do you like carriages? Of course, I'm not saying your carriage is bad, but its color and style don't quite match a young and beautiful lady like you. What do you think of the Fiacre carriages in Vienna, the ones that Mrs. Levin and Lady Cooper often ride? Four-wheeled, two-seated or four-wheeled, four-seated, with a retractable leather canopy, paired with two slender Austrian horses, it must look very beautiful."
Four-wheeled, Four-seated Fiacre Carriage
