It’s a lovely sound, don’t you think? That quiet tinkling of a spoon against the sides of a porcelain cup? Of course, some say making such noise during tea is a sign of poor breeding, but I don’t see how such a comforting sound could possibly be called noise. Now, real noise was…well, there’s really no need to discuss such unpleasantness, is there?
Surely you’ll try a ginger scone? Perhaps later. Ah, do you hear that…maybe we’ve another visitor? My goodness, what an afternoon we’re having. If you’ll excuse me…
Officer Moore! What a surprise! Imagine two unexpected guests in one day! But really young man, I know your mama! Surely she didn’t teach you to simply burst through one’s door? Never mind, we’re certainly glad to have you, aren’t we? Three makes for such a festive party. Would you like a cup of tea?
Pardon me? I don’t really know. He hasn’t yet mentioned his name. Why don’t you sit right there – yes, right next to him. Just move that tea tray. It rather looks the worse for wear, doesn’t it?
Oh dear, now you’ve gone and gotten yourself all bloody. Here, use this to clean yourself up. I'm afraid it's the only clean napkin I have left, but it is real linen. He's quite a sight, isn't he?
It’s amazing the uses one finds for a good sterling tea tray. Sugar?"
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