“Curiosity, I must admit.” Patience said, settling in the chair and smoothing down the skirts of her dress. Christine Aubert? His wife then. The way she spoke suggested as much although Patience had not seen a wedding ring on her finger. “I’ve heard a little about you and wanted to find out for myself what you were like, and who you were. I find gossip is often more interested in what story might be there than the truth.”
“May I ask you how you know Monsieur Aubert? I don’t mean to be too forward but are you his wife?”
“A little refreshment would be lovely. Do you have any tea?”