"Some of us more than others, Charles." Lord Hurst mumbled, smiling at his guests still. "Charles, a word?" He asks softly, taking his eldest by the elbow and pulling his away from the crowd.
"I thought you said you weren't going to be late today? This is a very important social occasion and your mother and I want you to make a good impression on people. We are not hosting this gathering for our own amusement, you understand that, don't you?" He says, voice soft as he adjusts his cravat, glancing from his son to the assembled guests again. "Five minutes later and you would have missed us altogether."