Vilet smiled "I'm glad you could come out of that old monastery. Miss Hamilton." She laughed "Vance brought me in the buggy. I hope you don't mind but he wanted to get the team so exercise. They are London coach horses, not Pintos dragging a wagon across Indian territory." She teased him. "Hello Miss Hamilton." Vance said, shaking her hand, he must have looked like a coachman on his little buggy, barely a dog cart, like the kind they had in South America or New York. It would not do for a gentleman to take a coach. especially if he wanted to sneak off by himself.