A fantastic word for a writer of historical romance.
Here it is in You May Kiss the Bride, during a scene in which my heroine, Livia, despite being ravenously hungry, still manages to display her good manners:
Gabriel sat in the Phelps Tea Room and watched without comment as Miss Stuart, in a very genteel but methodical way, consumed eight dainty ham sandwiches, three devilled eggs, and most of a plate of pastries. When finally she paused, and took a sip of her tea, he held out the plate.
“Would you care for another raspberry tart, Miss Stuart?”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she sighed, sounding very happy.
Gabriel was startled at the transformation from the tense, tightly strung young lady he had met in the Pump Room to this . . . this relaxed, almost languorous girl who looked like she would at any moment begin to purr with satisfaction. It was difficult to believe that half an hour ago she was practically snarling at him and calling him a beast.
Of course, we all know how it’s easier to be agreeable on a full stomach . . .
This snippet appears in Chapter 6, but if you like, you can read all of Chapter 1 here.