Her life. In some playhouse somewhere. Did someone act as her. Tell her tale. She wasn't sure she liked it, not at all. Still, nothing she could do, she just had to accept it all for now.
"It sounds wonderful. I don't expect this kindness, not from anyone. Thank You"
And she meant it too. In this strange world with people looking at her manner of dress, Cathy telling her she was from a play? She had to cling to something, and for now, this woman's kindness was that thing.