Miranda thought very hard, trying to guess who their host was, but, unless he managed to disguise his voice like his face, there was nothing familiar about him. She shrugged, then accepted Alister's offered arm and gathered up her skirts with her free hand, just enough not to tread on them. She didn't say anything to the host as they passed him on the slow way up the stairs; she just gave a little nod of acknowledgement that made her curls bob, and went on.