Patience's smile widened still and she clapped her hands together delightedly.
"Oh, you guessed!" She said, trying to sound surprised but she was relieved she could finally talk about it. "No, not Aimé. He's always round the house with father, he's like another brother, but Antoine - he was so handsome and so brave. You do think he's acceptable, don't you?"
She paused, smoothing out the skirts of her gown and thinking back to that day, how frightened she had been and how Antoine had come to her aid and simply taken control of everything, made everything right. “He was magnificent.” She murmured. “And then he escorted me home. I do hope father approves…that is to say he did nothing but bring me home and was a gentleman through and though, but I would like to see him again under more fortuitous circumstances.”