"Aren't you kind?" Georgina said. She carefully removed her gloves, holding them in one hand. She always found it so formal to keep gloves on when meeting an old friend, as if you didn't trust them. "I shall, although I see nothing wrong in looking like Edith - although having your own sense of dress and design is much to be desired."
Georgina glanced behind her at the servants and waved a dismissive hand at them. "Oh, they should and if not it's own a mile back to the town house. They can walk. One hardly wants them to grow lazy and complacent."