"I fear it might be rather a night for making fools of ourselves," she responded, her eyes tracking the departing coachman and her hand lifting from her purse where it had unconsciously dipped during the altercation. Perhaps the coachman was more American than he seemed given his haste to investigate whatever fancy had been pursuing this Mr Gray. She hadn't yet applied her own masquerade mask, nor did she see a particular reason to do so now.

"I'm Opportunity Knox," she said extending her hand to shake his, "and yes I know."

"I suppose you can call me Madam Green, if your taste for melodrama is as acute as my American Cousins," she told him, taking a step towards the carriage and folding down the ramp. She didn't doubt it would irk the coachman if she alighted without waiting for him.

"I take if from your get up that you are headed for Wilde Hall? You are welcome to ride with me, an apology for interrupting your run with my body," she said with a snicker.