"I was the right height to start with, Missy." He retorts, eyebrow raising, as he reaches for his drink and downs the remaining liqueur. "It was you who was the short one. Unreasonably short, you might even say."
And then, if possible, his eyebrow moved even closer to his hair line. "Lord Stanley?" He asked, "What have you been doing with Lord Stanley?" The man was a drunkard and a skirt-chaser, that was known by most of London. But what had his little sister to do with him?