Mary blushed and hurried to address Patience- of course, Lord Hurst's daughter... "There is nothing to excuse but my own scattered thoughts, Miss Hurst. I should have recognized you at once- everyone always remarks on your eyes and they are so remarkable. It's only that I fear I'm not... entirely accustomed to London yet." Anna's story had been that she had been raised in the quiet of the country by her father's request and there was of course the quiet whispers that she might have been in a convent school but there were always rumors and she had no idea what Patience might have heard. "I do hope you've not heard anything too terrible," Mary added with a shy smile.