“I’ve never had the patience for it,” Randvi admits. She can do it, but it's hasty and not particularly beautiful. “Though I can braid rope well enough.”

The article of clothing he's looking for, however, is a mystery.

“I don't know what that is, a vest.” Such things will not become fashionable in England until long after her death. “If you can describe it to me, I can let you know if I've seen one.”

She can see him still eyeing the dress, though, and asks, “Are you a tailor yourself? You can examine this more closely if you'd like.”