"On every level one does have to know how to survive in London." she replied "I am afraid I have failings in all areas in respect to that. Perhaps you know a good tutor I might turn to in certain cases?" She took a sip of the wine. How she would love to have Mr. Fisher teach her how to defend herself in case another incident should occur on one of her midnight calls.
"Now I know one of your secrets, Mr Fisher." she continued playfully. "But do not worry, I won't utter a word of it, for who would believe me? I wager there isn't a person in the place that would. You look like you were born in the saddle and could shot the whiskers off a cat." She finished her plate of food and asked "Have you tried the cold soup? On most days I cannot abide the stuff, but Lord Hurst's cook is rather good."