Simon didn't particularly mind that Mr. Murray was prompt, other than the fact that he was still shaving when the knock announcing his arrival came. So he finished up, fastened his collar and neatly did up his tie, combed his hair for the umpteenth time and slid his jacket on as he went down to meet him.
He cleared his throat discreetly on the stairs, then put on a smile and stepped toward both Thomas and their chaperone. "Mr. Murray, I presume?"