Ange's lips parted in shock. Of course Patience would have the luck to be rescued by someone dashing. Ugh.
"Oh, darling!" she cried, rushing over to her cousin's aid. "Patience, cherie, you are not hurt are you?" No blackened eyes or unsightly scratches to go with a ballgown? "I was down the street and I thought it looked like you but then you cried out and I knew at once it must be. Oh, your dress! How unfortunate. But look, you had a hero so close at hand." She smiled at Antoine, thinking he looked rather like someone she knew.