"I am not the host either," she laughed an easy sounding laugh. "I am Miss Harlowe's paid companion." She turned back to the man, not leaving the garden now but rather liking the point he made. Would Constance begrudge her enjoyment of the garden? She needed a breath of fresh air, not used to being around so many people. "I will stay, though, as you like." She afforded a smile toward him and crossed her arms over her bosom to ward off the chill in the winter air. There was a fountain not too far from where they stood, and she moved over to it to have a seat on the ledge.