Wow, Rose thought, that's so bad. She also didn't really believe she was the first. Rose knew that there was nothing special about her. She wasn't pretty. She didn't have money. And the only way in which her life was 'interesting' was the apparently endless flow of disasters pouring down on her and her family. But Mr. Willaby didn't know about that - which was probably a good thing. Rose knew that her only interesting feature to the male population was that she was 'the right age' and unattached.

But she continued to smile. Whether she was the first to receive such flattery or not, she'd milk that feature. "Well, Andrew. Ye flatter me. And you may call me Rose." She preferred that, actually. Most people called her Rose, though now that she was older, she had noticed how strangers sometimes addressed her more formally. There was always that split second where she wondered whom they were talking to.