The poor man with the spectacles examined them and pronounced, "No harm done!". Even if they had been, he was not likely to have complained; He didn't want to be embroiled in any public debacles and was eager to turn around and continue his conversation.
Still flushing with embarrassment, Elspeth swallowed gratefully as he went back to his associates. Once Mr. Cullen had removed himself, all her misgivings seemed to melt away, which left her feeling peculiar. "I am terribly sorry for the uproar," she said, pressing a hand to her stomach. "It's unlike me to get so cross with someone." Well, in truth, she was often flummoxed, but rarely did it affect her, except to make her a bit terse. She was certainly not the type to shout at a person in mixed company. "He seemed like a nice young man when we met, but something about him just... rubbed me the wrong way tonight." She stared after Fox's brown head of hair.