Mademoiselle. This man is not the first one to use that word with her. Lady recognizes it, from Lady Oscar and Enjolras, and she almost smiles to think of them. Almost.

"You're forgiven, sir," Lady says, lowering her gaze politely, though not before noticing how he fumbles and seems to blush. Why on earth would he be blushing? Perhaps he is ill. "I'm afraid I wasn't exactly paying close attention to where I was walking either."