Patience fixed her smile on her face, brushing her hair back. "Marie," She said - a nice, sensible name. "If I am to call you Marie then you must call me Patience."
She nodded, glancing around the room at all the guests and how merry they all seemed. "Oh yes. Mother is quite adapt at these things and father is a wonderful host. It's only a shame mother came over ill and has had to lie down. She would so love to be involved here – gossiping and arranging who dances with whom next. I’m still surprised she hasn’t found suitable brides for my brothers with her matchmaking."