"No other guests? No handsome young suitors?" He enquired with a good natured smile, even if he was teasing his daughter slightly. "Not one for me to turn away at the door?" He finished, taking the cup from her and taking a sip. "Lady Patience, you make the best tea in all of Devon. I tell a lie! In the whole of England. And the English make the best tea in all the world."
"Ella, Olivia and Milie, indeed? A society gathering! In that case, you better have something to show them, hadn't you?" He said to her, carefully setting down the tea cup and reaching into his pocket.