Gareth was embarrassed, and kind of hurt from his fall. But he did feel better now that that was out. He gratefully took the handkechief, cleaned his mouth, and put it in his pocket - for he assumed Quentin wouldn't want it back now. He nodded and got up, his face rather pale. "I'm so sorry, ser. I'm afraid transport by carriage doesn't always agree with me." He turned to look into the carriage. "So sorry, Miss." For it had to be a particularly disturbing sight for a young lady. He climbed back into the hansom.