"Well, I can assure you - that I do mind the solitude." Matilda smiled, "So, keep conversing or I shall probably pass out." 

There was every chance that the young Lady was exaggerating her discomfort, but it served a purpose. On a normal occasion, Tilly would have been happy to sit in silence and brood - but she was grateful for the distraction. 

"And, do call me Matilda. There is no need for formality. As you know, I am not married or titled." The blonde sucked her cheeks in, clearly rather curious about something. 

"Alice, my friend. She was dancing with one of your officers. What's his name? I know that she will repeat it to me constantly over the coming weeks, so I think it would make sense to get a headstart." And with a waggle of her eyebrows, the young Lady relaxed into the seat.

"Is he a terrible scoundrel?"