Adolphus: You have not moved an inch in six hours.
Charlotte: I am wearing Lyonnais silk, encrusted with Indian sapphires, working with overlay of 200-year-old lace. Apparently too much movement can cause the sapphires to shred the lace. If that were not enough, the gown sits atop a bespoke underpinning made of whalebone.
Adolphus: Whalebone?
Charlotte: Yes. Whalebone, Brother. The bones of whales. Whales died, so I could look like this.