Catherine walked through the open doors into the patio. "No, miss Ripley, - I assume? - I was doing morning calls, and when I heard your family had returned, I decided I'd call on you too." She sat down in the chair the chair opposite Jane, balancing rather on the edge, her back perfectly straight. While sitting down she made sure her cobalt blue skirt fell graciously without any awkward creases. "I must apologise. You weren't expecting any visitors. I would have left my card, but the butler told me to come through." This breach of etiquette felt like social suicide, and Catherine dreaded the thought of not only offending the Ripleys but of the story going around as well.