Speak of the devil! Ellis couldn't believe his luck- clearly the Lady of Fortune had spared him financial winnings the night before to offer him this divine morsel instead. He paused, glancing around, and moved surreptitiously to the rose-bush growing outside of a near-by house. Yellow for friendship, it would be perfect; not to forward, but with the promise of more to come. He took the little pen-knife from his pocket, and cut of a flower and a decent length of stem, and tucked the knife away again. "Miss Patience!" He called, heading towards her at a face, but still elegant pace, bowing low to her once more. "My dear Miss Patience," He said, offering the rose to her, "As I have said before, a beautiful young lady should never be without an equally beautiful flower."