Since the absolutely awful affair with the thief Patience had been careful about shopping, sending her maids rather than going herself, and it was beastly that on the day she chose to venture out it would rain like this.
Covering her head with her shawl she ran for cover underneath the nearest stall and was quite delighted to find herself in the company of an old family friend. "Lucas!" She said, lowering her shawl back to her shoulders, and shivering a little. "I wouldn't have expected to see you here. I didn't know you were in town. How are you? And your painting?"