Patience watched through the window, peeking through the gap in the curtains as the footman opened the door, greeting Olivia. She wouldn't be informal enough to greet her friends herself, or so low-class. Instead she settled in the window seat, pretending she had been engrossed in some needle-point as Olivia was shown into the room.

She looked up at her friend with a radiant smile, but did not rise straight away. "Olivia, how well you look!" She commented, setting her needle point aside and standing to greet her friend.