She laughed and privately wondered if the judge's eyesight was failing him. Or perhaps the light was being unusually kind today. Still, Anna could enjoy flattery. It was a lovely talent in a man. "Married and widowed besides," she admitted. Four times now. Five she supposed if you counted little Jack Banks who had married her in front of the vicar's daughter when they were eight. Six months later he'd died of pneumonia. Of all her husbands she'd wept for him the most.
"It was a long time, I suppose. Though it didn't feel like it until I got back." She tilted her head, intrigued by the interesting words like 'treason' and 'fraud.' "Treason, murder and fraud. Well, that sounds rather like the England I know and love," she said with a wry smile. "And were everyone's sleeves of fashionable length?"