Josephine was caught off guard when the male took her hand without warning, and her gaze turned as she felt his lips against her skin. Her eyes met his, and she recognized him by his voice... and the nickname; referring to the Scarlet Arrow, she knew it. Her lips parted to speak, but she saw another female approaching and kept silent. As he left with the other lady, Josephine held the hand that he had kissed to her chest. She wore a pair of thin white gloves, but his light touch and gentle kiss had seemed to burn through the fabric. His touch was strange to her, it was as if he had electrified her, every nerve in her body frazzled and tingling. It was odd, all of this. She wondered, should she sit and wait, knowing he would sooner or later return, or avoid him. He could give away her secret so easily, this could turn to a death trap for her if he wanted it to. But he had expressed his own ideas for change; getting rid of the only hope for true change among the suffering peasants would not help his cause if he truly believed what he had told her yesterday. She stayed where she was, her mind buzzing with thoughts and questions, her heart thudding in her chest.