04-03-2014, 05:24 AM
Her response was sarcasm. Dane was sure of it. Although it was quite unexpected. Her manners and volume of speech suggested a more polite individual, but then again he was not in London anymore, things were different in the east. He would need to relearn much about human behavior.
He did enjoy the reference to knighthood. Being called a "sir" had a very pleasant ring to it, but the aftertaste bit like vinegar. Dane's grandfather had been an Earl and were it not for the loss of fiefdom, grandiose titles would have been his someday. It was a historical price they paid, he supposed, exchanging the ancient ways for security and continued wealth. Titles did nothing for a bankrupt family. He would rather have wealth than prestige, because one can accumulate the other over time but not the other way around. That didn't mean Thalia and Katya need know the difference, however.
Upon the introduction to butterfly number two, he stretched an arm across the aisle and offered his hand along with a deep nod of the head. "Tis a pleasure, young lady. My name is Dane Gregory, Lord Dane Gregory."
he said. He studied her face afterward, intending to decipher whether she bought the lie and whether she was serious about tea, was making fun of his accent, or he was yet privy to another bout of sarcasm. He went with the last.
"I'm afraid I am out of tea, today,"
he said, patting his chest down as he did, until his hand paused on his breast pocket, and enlightenment crossed his expression. His fingers delved in briefly and plucked out, to the amazement of all, two lemon-flavoured sweets with chewy centres wrapped in shiny yellow paper.
"Sherbet lemon?"
He asked, offering one to each girl.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Apr 3 2014, 05:24 AM.
He did enjoy the reference to knighthood. Being called a "sir" had a very pleasant ring to it, but the aftertaste bit like vinegar. Dane's grandfather had been an Earl and were it not for the loss of fiefdom, grandiose titles would have been his someday. It was a historical price they paid, he supposed, exchanging the ancient ways for security and continued wealth. Titles did nothing for a bankrupt family. He would rather have wealth than prestige, because one can accumulate the other over time but not the other way around. That didn't mean Thalia and Katya need know the difference, however.
Upon the introduction to butterfly number two, he stretched an arm across the aisle and offered his hand along with a deep nod of the head. "Tis a pleasure, young lady. My name is Dane Gregory, Lord Dane Gregory."
he said. He studied her face afterward, intending to decipher whether she bought the lie and whether she was serious about tea, was making fun of his accent, or he was yet privy to another bout of sarcasm. He went with the last.
"I'm afraid I am out of tea, today,"
he said, patting his chest down as he did, until his hand paused on his breast pocket, and enlightenment crossed his expression. His fingers delved in briefly and plucked out, to the amazement of all, two lemon-flavoured sweets with chewy centres wrapped in shiny yellow paper.
"Sherbet lemon?"
He asked, offering one to each girl.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Apr 3 2014, 05:24 AM.