"Only a few. I don't have a true family, lass, only a good man who took me in and a few friends from London." He had not shared that with her before, had he? He didn't remember. "Perhaps the few friends I have here." Like Uriel Meijer, who had been glad for him that he was to be married. He counted on his fingers and said, "No more'n eight people, I reckon. Ten at the most." He dug into his food too and was glad for it.