Now Patience knew she must be utterly distressed for her first thought as seeing Angélique was not to be horrfied by being seen in such a state but to be overcome with delight at a face she knew.
“No, no nothing.” She murmured softly, touching her face. He had only pushed her, not hit out at her and though she might have some bruises from the fall Angélique was unlikely to see them. At the mention of her hero she turned to look at the man again, smiling at him. Reaching for her purse she took out her small lace handkerchief, dabbing at her eyes with it. Her rescuer was so handsome but he must think her a little fool for going all to pieces like this, or else he was a gentleman and simply saw a young woman in need of protection. She rather hoped the latter.
“I am so sorry. Where are my manners? Thank you so much for saving me and for finding my purse. I am Miss Patience Hurst and this is my cousin Angélique Worthington. Might with have the pleasure of your name? I’m sure my father, Lord Hurst, will want to reward you, sir.”