"I think you're right," she conceded with a sheepish smile. She wasn't much of a hypocrite either—or really judgmental at all. She didn't think she had a right to judge anyone, especially when she so often found it difficult to keep her nerves under control for long enough to look like a normal person. She went silent and clasped her hands in front of her, not sure if she should say anything. She didn't want the gentleman to feel like she was trapping him into conversation with her.

"I'm Grace Greengrass, by the way," she said quietly, and then paused, unsure if she should have said that. No, she decided; ladies weren't meant to introduce themselves to gentleman, and now he probably thought she was unrefined (which she was, but she didn't want him to think that).

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