"I would give up any chance at society if it would have kept Papa here but... well. It is not for us to wish things is it?" she sighed.
The idea of good breeding nearly made her wince. She was a child of djinn- it wasn't the same thing. "A year?" she said with a little distress. "I must sound very silly to you. Mother has talked of returning to Italy in a few months. Just when I might begin to feel I might be able to manage as you say," she gave Patience a timid half smile. "But... how do you keep all the faces and names straight? I confess I am always finding myself at a loss and frightened of addressing Lady Marcus by Lady Atwater's name or forgetting how to say some French lady's name."