Ruth would have probably been flattered upon discovering that, indeed, some description of her would have been enough to identify her. From what Kitty said, though, she wasn’t sure she had recognised her as the “correct” one. But hopefully she had already met Nesah and wasn’t going to mix them together.

“Indeed. Ruth,” she took the hand and shook it, like a proper business man. “It is nice to meet you too.” She added, a smile that looked more like a smirk. Ruth waved “Oh, I’m staying with my brother. He offered.” He hadn’t, but what was a single lady to do? Spinsterhood was’t strong enough *yet* to justify staying on her own. Plus, if she stayed at Zechariah’s, she could get ahold of his vests and perhaps find out, in the meantime, what was this fiancée nonsense. And she didn’t know Kitty much. Her invitation was welcome, though. In fact, she didn’t expect it to come at all. “You are so very kind, Kitty, but I will not abuse your hospitality.” *hers*. “I would be happy with a cup of tea and a chat, if you do have some time.”