[He shifts the portrait in his hands so that he might offer his hand to take her own in greeting.]
Please forgive my manners. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Randall.
[She spoke of her daughter, so he's going to assume that she is married. (Forgive him, he is from the 18th century, and generally a woman with a daughter is married, in his personal experience. At least one so well-spoken as herself.)]
Lord John Grey, at your service, madam. And my son -- Willie. William, these days. He's -- starting something of a phase, I'm afraid. He can be awfully stubborn when he sets his mind to something.
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[He shifts the portrait in his hands so that he might offer his hand to take her own in greeting.]
Please forgive my manners. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Randall.
[She spoke of her daughter, so he's going to assume that she is married. (Forgive him, he is from the 18th century, and generally a woman with a daughter is married, in his personal experience. At least one so well-spoken as herself.)]
Lord John Grey, at your service, madam. And my son -- Willie. William, these days. He's -- starting something of a phase, I'm afraid. He can be awfully stubborn when he sets his mind to something.
[He winces slightly.]
As a mother, I'm sure you understand.