by Jacob Swainswick » Fri Dec 30, 2016 6:17 pm
As if summoned, the tailor arrives, a neatly-tied package of brown paper in his hands.
"Ladies," he smiles, "I trust that this isn't an intrusion? - Miss Daye, I have your gloves here. And the suede..." He pops the parcel down on a counter, untying the string to reveal an additional trim pair of gloves in a dark leather. "Will there be anything else?"
"...[A] young man, tall, and of elegant proportion, dark locks combed neatly into place atop a high forehead. Deep blue eyes are set in an intelligent face ...; his physiognomy on the whole speaking of studious attentiveness."