Malaise, ma-laz, n. uneasiness: a feeling of discomfort or sickness. (O. Fr. malaise)

Prudence promptly dropped her head, her bottom lip trembling, something that happened all too often when the overly large presence of her father came into her sphere.
"Honestly child, the fresh air will do you good," Lord Lambington barked at his eldest daughter. He had always thought her a somewhat overly delicate child, prone to fits of malaise whenever the family resided at the manor. Dear sweet Bunty on the other hand embraced the viggors of country living with panache, he looked lovingly at his youngest daughter whom, even he had to admit, was looking splendid in the new riding frock Nanny had acquired for her.
"Besides Pru old girl you know these things are required of you, plenty of young stallions out there waiting for a well bred filly like yourself," he chuckled to one and all.
This did not fill Prudence with any kind of confidence, for she knew exactly the kind of young society men her father was referring to. Prudence was filled with a dread that had begun seeping into her bones the night she was presented to society. These men were definitely not interested in Prudence's wit, intelligence or thirst for knowledge..no, no they were not.
A shudder ran down her spine as she looked up to see the determined set to her father's face, a face that had become quiet jowly in recent years.....