Day of leisure
I suppose after a late breakfast, a short stroll through the park, such a gentlewoman would wander down to her club and play some pool or bridge. Then she would take a late show or opera and attend the after party with the cast members until the wee hours of the morning. Do I ever belong in a late 1800's England novel or what? Oh and there should be a delicious murder and the gentlewoman will then turn into a detective and puzzle it out. See, I don't think I'm made for a life of leisure.