Patience shook her head, waving away his offer with her hand.
"No, thank you. I don't smoke. It isn't something a proper lady should do." She said, watching him. The tobacco he used smelled very unlike anything her father had ever used in his pipe. Her father's latest project - the French boy - she had seen him outside when he thought no-one could see him, smoking the same things as this man but the tobacco then had no been anywhere near so heady.