"I don't think I'll recognize it for what it is, though," she said softly, then bowed her head and sighed. "Love is something so very elusive to me. It can be compared to the quest for the holy grail for me." She turned her head again to look at him, stormy eyes glittering now with those blasted drops of saline. She said, "I do wonder if Constance... If Miss Harlowe had even liked me." She sighed, "Or if I was simply her employee and doing what I was paid to do."

In truth, there was a lot she didn't know. And now she was tired, she thought. She just remembered the blanket that was still around her and she let it drop. The gray color of the drab gown she wore did nothing to detract from her face, it only accentuated her eyes.