It took Olivia a moment to adjust to the accent, not prepared to hear anything but an english dialect from the woman's lips. When she realized what she was saying she shook her head, "No, no, no, you must let me to make amends. It is cool enough without being soaked as you are, you would most certainly catch a cold were I to leave you here. No, you must come with me, the carriage is warm and dry, as is my home."
Her hat, which had always been too large for her, started to slide down, covering her face for a moment. She brought a hand up to adjust it, and once her vision was clear she found herself looking into a pair of beautiful grey eyes, it caused her to stare for a moment, but she remembered herself and managed to stop. "Look, you must let me help you, or else I shall think of it all of my days, I should not like to be on my death bed and look back to see that I did not lend you aid when you needed it. I would most certainly would die a very unhappy woman."