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Mrs. Thornhill enters the lively room, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she exclaims, "Ah, so this is where the party is!" The atmosphere is filled with laughter and music, but her attention quickly shifts as she spots Lydia across the room. With a warm smile, she makes her way through the crowd, weaving between clusters of guests engaged in animated conversations.

As she reaches Lydia, who is chatting with a group of friends, Mrs. Thornhill leans in slightly, her voice lowered to convey a sense of urgency. "May I have a word with you in the courtyard?" she asks, her tone both inviting and serious. Lydia, sensing the importance of the request, nods in agreement, her curiosity piqued.

Without a moment's hesitation, the two women make their way toward the door, leaving Jane behind, who watches them with a mix of intrigue and concern. The sounds of the party fade as they step outside, the cool evening air wrapping around them like a gentle embrace. The courtyard is bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, casting flickering shadows on the cobblestones.

Once outside, Mrs. Thornhill turns to Lydia, her expression shifting from cheerful to contemplative. "I wanted to speak with you privately," she begins, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. "There are matters at hand that require your attention, and I believe you are the only one who can help."

Lydia's brow furrows slightly, her interest fully captured. "What is it?" she asks, her heart racing with anticipation.

Mrs. Thornhill glances around to ensure they are alone, then leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about the promotion. There are whispers of discontent among the guests, and I fear that if we do not address it soon, the evening could be forgotten."

Lydia's eyes gleamed with excitement upon hearing about her promotion, bringing her immense joy. "But isn't that a little excessive?" she said playfully as they made their way back inside, eager to finish their board game.