Women were mysterious and unknowable creatures. One moment they were frosty to you, the next warmer than a Sunday roast. Thus a look of puzzled amusement fell upon Nate. Miss Mason, no Amelia - she was his intended - had confused him so. But she was beautiful to look at, so Nate could easily forgive, the tiny barrister in his trousers was doing at lot of thinking for him tonight.

The carriage rolled to a stop, now was the time to exit, Ladies first of course. Nate plopped himself down with a slight hop, catching the backend of his companion's request to have. "I'm sure we shall both. Lead on,"