He nodded, not having noticed it himself even now, but he was dressed in a jacket, shirt and under shirt- while her dress was light even for the summer. "I am sorry, Miss Downing, perhaps a drink of something would help you feel a little better?" He asked, "There is wine, and tea, of course, if you should want it."
"I think a larger audience would be more appropriate," He smiled gently, glad that it appeared he was mistaken about Miss Downing's intentions, "After all, I am afraid that no-one dead would have anything to say to me," that they hadn't already said, he added silently, "but my sister and mother, perhaps there would be someone who wished to speak to them?" He offered, sure also that one or two of his political associates would find such an evening entertaining.