Having stayed with the family as long as she had, Sophie was not unaccustomed to their habit of quoting poems. In fact, when she realized that was a regular occurrence, she made herself a quick study of them. And of course, becoming Lowri’s lady’s maid and assistant had it’s own learning curve. But somehow, when it came to Endymion, her tongue was well and truly tied. Especially after seeing him in his regalia for the masquerade. But she laughed nervously and tried to make do of what rebuttal she could.

“Never quite as foolish as that, Mr. Dempsey!” She cried. “Never quite as foolish as that.”

She laughed at her own implication. Of course, she was unable to say that Mr. Dempsey hadn’t been foolish at one time or another. In fact, that seemed to be the moniker of this family from time to time if Sophie’s observations had any weight. “I only hope you aren’t expecting an Echo to accompany you tonight?” She grinned again at the running joke. “The poor girl would hardly be able to enjoy herself unless she was spoken to first.”