She waved a negating hand at the comment regarding any specific person.  "No -- no one, specifically.   Just interesting personages, in general;  dashing knights, darksome counts, ladies accessorized with elegant imports - this sort of thing."  She smiled, wryly.   "I'm half jesting, only half serious.  I've been told my mind is too active for my own good.  It was some part of my fall from grace, I am certain.  But, truly, I am treating my penance most seriously.  I am very blessed to have this chance to atone for my sin."   She made the sign of the cross above her bosom.   And whispered brief,<span style="font-style: italic">empty</span>, thanks to the "Father" in whom she did not believe.<br/><br/>Then on to the subject of the food, to which she likewise waved a hand:<br/><br/>"No, actually it is quite fine I think, thank you.   It would hardly be fitting to be feasting,  devouring rich foods, while attending to the needs of my soul.  We of the peerage take so many luxuries for granted, you know; while Christ, the King of kings himself, lived so very humbly and simply.  It does make one think, doesn't it?"   She took her dinner knife, sliced a roll, and proceeded to lightly butter it.<br/><br/>"I don't believe I recognize your surname, offhand.  Quite probably only because my mind is so absorbed by my studies.  Who are your parents?"