As she entered the opera house with her brother and sister in tow, Jane gasped at its noble beauty. Before her, lay rows and rows of expensively furnished seats, surrounded by towering white pillars, and a rather ornate cathedral ceiling. Below her feet, the richest marble she had ever seen. Feeling somewhat out of place amongst the highest of society, she weaved her arm into her sister's, pulling her close. Cassandra echoed Jane's thoughts. "Oh I think this is the most gorgeous opera house I have ever laid eyes upon!" As they were seated, and the last of that evening's guests had ushered in, the lights were lowered in preparation for the much anticipated performance.

While trying to remain unseen by Catherine LeCour, Tom had been the last to enter and take his seat. He scanned the room quickly. What a delightful bunch that have gathered this evening, he thought. And just as the performance was to begin, he'd thought he might have seen a familiar face in the crowd. Was that......Jane? He looked again. Why yes! And beside her, he made out the faces of Henry and Cassandra. He was about to stand and quickly say hello, when his intentions were interrupted by none other than the Lady Catherine LeCour. He sat quickly, still staring at his magnificent Jane. "Mr. Lefroy! How wonderful to find you here this evening.." his response was blunt. "Yes, madam. How good to see you. " His eyes upon Jane the entire time. Ms. LeCour leaned in closer. "How delightful an evening, don't you agree, sir? " Tom smiled politely.