The Mayor's wife blushed slightly at Arthur's compliment. She straightened her back with a bit of pride, though humbly replied, "You have a good eye. When I bought this dress in Moscow, they mentioned it was indeed shipped in from Paris. However, you say I'm from some high and noble family, which I really can't claim... I'm from a provincial capital. Of course, a provincial capital can't compare with St. Petersburg, perhaps only a tad better than Druiysk."
Sitting beside her mother, the Mayor's daughter glared resentfully and muttered, "Mom... that dress was actually..."
