His discourse was certainly of a different temperament than Elizabeth was used to. At his comment on her dress, she tilted her head and looked down at the sheer muslin skirt that extended to her feet, the deep blue sash that tied in front, and the long sleeves embroidered with white silk. It was by far her nicest walking gown, and she considered Kirk might be half crazy to insult her appearance--and consequently, her intelligence--in the way he had. Elizabeth would not stand to be disrespected by a man who barely knew her.
"You may interpret it as you wish. We must all consider in the course of time that what we see is not always the twin of another's perception, however."
Elizabeth took a few steps around Kirk, examining her surroundings and noticing the subtle differences in every building. Kirk's next question took her by surprise. While she'd considered every angle of the possibility that she'd been removed from England and placed some place else, she'd never even acknowledged the idea that she'd been placed in a different time, which seemed to be what this man was suggesting. He appeared crazier and crazier by the minute.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Kirk. It is 1811, to be sure. We are not in a fairy tale," Elizabeth pondered for a moment. "Well, perhaps you are."