"Your lordship, you have a bargain."

Comes forth from her lips and you stridently resist the urge to pop up and dance a jig, but then she continues...

"As I have said, if not you, then some other man of position or means will come to call upon me sniffing around my projected inheritance and dowry, so I can see that it is tactically advisable to accept your suit, thus being able to fend off other offers with the excellent reason of our temporary but intense courtship, while you prepare for your traveling to your own home and lands. I am doubtful, at this time, that I will ultimately accept your suit, but I am no stranger to events stranger by far than that would be, so you have my intense interest and scrutiny for approximately the next two weeks. May the odds be in your favor, your lordship, I will expect you to call upon me at 09:00 sharp every day for the two weeks I believe you have left to make your preparations, and at the end of that time I will have made my decision. If I choose to accept, my father and my family will accompany you and I as far as the village of Wolfsford, the ancestral home of our house and its summer residence. There we will be wedded, and journey onwards without them: should you continue to impress me." Miss Chelsea explained at a little length, and you mentally steel yourself for the grueling two weeks to come.

The butler is summoned by a bell and shows you out with Miss Chelsea following close behind, at the door the party stops and you gently lay a soft kiss across her knuckles and then turn to go, noticing a small smile play across her lips out of the corner of your eye. She comes to the door and gently waves you goodbye, by which time your men-at-arms have brought your coach around and you climb up to the seat, but open the window and lean slightly out to continue waving goodbye until she heads back inside, at which point you close the window against the late morning sun and begin to plot.