"Seventy two steps?" Lucius asked curiously, a puzzled look on his face. "Your husband has a lot of trust in his fellow man to let you out on your own," he admitted gently. "If you were my wife I would be fearful of letting your beautiful face out of my sight, as I would worry of another man snatching you away." He took the rose, bowed slightly and smiled a bit more. "Constable Lucius Vale, at your service, Madame Colette." He followed her, offering her his arm once he had caught up and was now walking beside her.