"Lord Chadwick," Patience said with a smile, rather hopeful she might be privy to a little gossip about the man's awful wife. She knew she shouldn't be so terrible, especially not to one of her father's oldest friends, but it was just such an interesting affair. "That's too kind of you, my Lord. Yes, a small glass of the punch would be delightful. Tell me, how are your children? Crispin asks after Issac often. You should bring him round one afternoon and they can play together, and I would love to see Oscar and Bianca."