"Depending on the company, I enjoy a smaller affair as well. And you are the second person to say I should not be downcast to have missed it, so I shall embrace your view of the evening and feel better for it, though I am sorry if you did not enjoy yourself." Suddenly, a small boy dressed slightly better than most in his social strata, but still lacking shoes, came up to Emilie. "Miss Ashford?" He questioned, looking like a bird that would fly at the slightest movement. Emilie paused in her conversation and leaned down to the boy. "Yes, how can I help you, young squire?" Her voice was soothing and open. "Oh thank the lord I found ye! I was sent by Polly McKinley, wot said you helped her when she was..." he looked at Lord Blake and bowed so low his head nearly touch the dirt on the sidewalk but would not finish his sentence, instead he began again. "Sorry to be troublin Miss..." His eyes darted here and there. Emilie's face broke into a sweet, gentle smile, a light in her eyes revealing she understood. "Young Sir, go to my carriage, which is parked around the corner of that street and give your name and address to my foot boy. I will speak to you later today." She slipped him a coin, straightened up and turned back to Lord Blake. "There are always girls in need of positions." she said in a cool, but polite, tone. "How was the wine at the ball? Was that at least to your liking? I hear the cakes were delightful!"