If he thought her such a rude beast, he should take his leave. She certainly wouldn't twist his arm into staying for more harassment. He thought he knew her 'sort', did he? Fat chance of that. Elspeth flailed an arm outward, intending to show Mr. Cullen his exit. Unfortunately, her hand slapped another man in the face, knocking his spectacles askew on his nose.
She pressed a hand to her mouth. "Oh! I am sorry, sir, I didn't..." Because she did not know whether to fix his spectacles or simply walk away, she stood stock-still and turning three shades of pink. "If I've done them damage, I beg you to tell me how much they cost. I would like to compensate you for them." Suddenly the picture of manners, she went digging in her purse. Even if he did not let her pay, it gave her something to do with her hands. Elspeth fished a handkerchief out of the bag and dug deeper.