Blake paid no attention to the fact that he was the one's who outfit was the most beautiful, most stylish, most fancy, most fitting, most regal, most ambitious outfit that anyone there had worn. He came down the stairs with an expression of sternness and a look of great exasperation, since he was feeling as if he had been greatly vexed. Blake would have not have cared much if only he was able to expend the mundane minutes with that captivating maiden, Bessie. 

The refreshments were very unlike the regal feasts that Blake had grown accustomed to. He cared little for the quaint snacks that were lain around. The only thing in this lampoon was the question of who would serve as the second half of the duo in which he would dance the proverbial dance.