Miss Fawley was saying something behind him, but apparently her chaperon didn't feel an accident was an accident and her hand hit his face with a surprising amount of strength for a lady her age. Felix tried to steadying himself as he tried held a hand to the smarting cheek. "My apologies ma'am." He hastily tried to smooth things over.

The carriage came to a jolting stop, and still not having gained his balance, Felix leaned toward the door rather than risk either lady on either bench, bouncing against it rather painfully.

Well now that the excitement seemed to have ended, Felix supposed he should attempt to slip away with the shreds of his dignity that were still clinging to him still existed. "My sincerest apologies ladies, I'll just be on my way." He bowed to them and opened the door. The cool London air hitting his face - as well as pelting rain. This would be a long way home.