[b]"Yes, she did. Although, I think I've possibly lost track of the overall score. Is it seven, now?" [/b] 

The thought of Family life was appealing. Your own small family unit. No travelling around, or nauseating matchmaker efforts from your damn Mother. Tilly had always pondered what it might be like having children of her own. After all, her younger sister Eloise had just this month had her first child. A daughter named Annabelle after their Mother. A kind gesture on the sister's part, but one that Matilda would resolutely not be making. Still, that was all a long way off for her., wasn't it? She wasn't even engaged. 

[b]"I do like Bath."[/b] Tilly uttered absentmindedly, [b]"It's very pretty, but I think I prefer to be by the sea. Well, not here - obviously. If I had a choice.[/b]

The carriage came to a stop and the driver, Jack; hopped down and opened the door for the pair. Matilda sat herself up with a distracted sigh. 

[b]"Here we go again. Hop number seventy-five."[/b] 

Of course she hadn't actually been counting her own movements, but it demomstrated the effort that it took to actually. But with a cheerful smirk, she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. 

[b]"Feel free to throw me over your shoulder."[/b]