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Opportunity observed the servant with growing irritation, first at his behavior and then at her own when she realized that she hadn't asked the fellows name. It was one thing to look down on these provincials for their hackneied immitation of the English Gentry, it was quite another to fall into one of those stereotypes herself. Grimiacing with distaste she finished afixing her masquerade mask, an emerald and gold peacock piece with a gold egret and then touched the servant on the shoulder.

"A simple accident sir, no harm done," she said in as gracious a tone as she could muster.

"No doubt the fellow was simply in a rush, it happens," she said magnanimously, smiling at the new comer.

"That is right isn't it sir?" she asked the dazed looking man.