One could scarcely expect Lady Crosswood, originating from a family of unparalleled distinction, to entertain any notions less than extraordinary. Her son, Frederick, despite occasionally finding himself taken aback by the sheer absurdity of her pronouncements, possesses a keen understanding of how best to draw out her particular humours. Let us, then, indulge in her ladyship’s recent perturbation, roused, of all things, by the mere colour of a dress!

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