During her frequent travels in England, Liz Carlisle always takes with her pearls, her ballroom shoes, and her corset on a whale whisker, hoping and believing that she will eventually receive an invitation to a ball or a rout. Alas, she still did not have to any event. While waiting, she, however, managed to find out where you can find all the damp, dark lanes and low taverns. Liz hopes she breathed life into a small nineteenth-century particle for her reader.