Mary smiled. She found herself warming to Miss Hurst- she wasn't like Delia or the other friends she'd had so long ago. She was lovely enough to make your head swim but she was still... human.
"I think Mama misses Italy is all. She is so longing to see it again that I imagine the idea of Revolution has scarcely occured to her." Not entirely true- Mary knew her mother was only too eager to see if France would give birth to a new aristocracy and had ideas that Mary should be making a match to that new set. She wasn't sure it would be as grand as mother said, but arguing with Anna was worse than pointless. "Myself, I think England does seem safer and more... what's that word? Like a home, maybe?"
She giggled at Patience advice. "Oh, Miss Hurst, that's perfect!" she said in admiration. Every time Mary fumbled a name she'd been subjected to mother's scathing words and this new trick was so simple... "I am ever so glad you spoke to me today- I believe you have just saved me from at least a thousand embarrassments."