(I keep waiting for them to start singing 'These boots are made for walking')
"Scot, Lord Hurst? If they knew I was a Scot they would have me riding the rail like the colonials do to their undesirables, and that's just the women." there were a few that were enlightened, a few that did not believe he would murder them in their beds, but there were far too many that did not for him to be casual about it. "I would not worry, I have just come back into town, once the initial buzz dies down they will find someone else to entertain them. Though I am surprised you are not covered in those that wish to comfort you over what happened to darling Patience."
He nodded, agreeing with Hurst's unspoken sentiment that the man should have been punished. "Antoine something-or-other, yes, I've heard him spoken about a few times since I arrived, haven't seen the fellow yet though. Which I suppose is alright since you English tend to get nervous when the French and the Scots are amiable towards one another." that brought a little smile to his lips.