This was not the sort of place Patience usually found herself. Her father had said he had business in Hampstead but he must have meant another part of it, this was hardly what she had imagined and she wished she'd asked Charles to accompany here.
She glanced around, hoping to see someone who could direct her. There was a man, certainly a handsome man, reading a book. He seemed well-dressed and was not as frightening as the other people about.
"Excuse me, sir. I seem to be lost. You couldn't direct me back to Kensington?"