Patience laughed, rather delighted, and took the rose from him, sniffing at its delicate fragrance. This was rather the evening for interesting young men to approach her it seemed. She wondered if it was the new ribbons she had brought, or if they were drawn to her after reading about her ordeal in the paper.
To think, all these eligible men, spurred on to make her acquaintance and express their sympathies and offer a protective arm. It was simply the most wonderful, while rather awful, thing that could have happened to her. "Thank you, sir. May I have the pleasure of your name and invitation?"