Elegant was a good word for her. Mary knew that she was pretty, and she surely appreciated that Oliver did not find her to be old. She happened to think he was quite handsome as well.
Mary's eyebrows went up. "Really? That's the sort of thing only dreamed of in novels, though I suppose that one hundred years before my time they would not have even imagined automobiles." She paused for a moment. "What did you do for a living back home, Mr. Queen?"