"No. No. No. I mean, no, Your Grace. I mean it is kind, very, very, very kind, but no."
What was it he'd thought last night about moves? Whatever it was, he'd no idea his latest suggestion was going to be greeted with such disdain by Nathan, he considered saying straight out, I know you're her, it's so obvious that green waistcoat hardly fits in the middle, so can we please damn well stop this? But it would be a miracle if he reached the other side of the road alive. To lose his focus might be to lose his life in this fog shrouding the pavement like a funeral sheet. Fortunately the road was narrow, so there was a limit to how fast the rumbling carts could travel, as she dived between them, her brown coat tails flapping behind her, those stupid damn spectacles on her face she obviously couldn't see a damned thing through.