"Abigail Mountford-Miles is a very attractive lady to be sure." He rather replied, nodding to himself, "Of course, the family has seen it's share of difficulties recently, but..." He paused, glancing back towards the young lady. "Very many children, of course." He added, raising his own gun again to finish off the poor distressed rabbit. "Don't leave them wounded if you can help it." He advised his son, patting his shoulder.
"We should invite her to dinner at some point. Maybe a dance. Your mother would be delighted if you would extend her the invitation." Tobias finished, patting Charles' shoulder again, "It's good to see you're thinking about your future, Charles."