"Thank you," Mary said as she stepped into the shop. The poor girl looked like she hadn't slept in days and it nearly stopped Mary in her tracks. "It is going to be bad, I think." French was not Mary's strong suit, but she was learning, thanks to the new French tutor her Ladyship had retained for the children (and who Mary was certain the children were going to have tied to a chair before anyone thought to check on them).
"Please, sit down. You look like you need a nap. Don't you have an assistant?" Mary had decided that from the look of the poor girl, the dress could wait. Her Ladyship wouldnt' need it til next week in any case. She caught sight of the girl's hands and winced. "I'm Mary Roper. Lady Stanley sent me-- oh, whose dress is that?" Mary asked, pulling off her gloves and walking toward the garment the seamstress had just abandoned.