Antony was suddenly thinking that he knew well what it would be like to be a dog and to get his nose hit with a rolled up newspaper. He bit the inside of his lip and raised his eyebrows as he once again bowed in return to her curtsy. If she knew who he was, and she obviously did as she made the remarks about Scotland, then she must know of his reputation. And he had been doing so well to put that behind him now that he was back in London.
"My Lady, if you knew who I was to begin with you could have saved me from making a fool of myself." but he was smiling, he could not be upset with her, it took a lot to upset Antony and this was nothing. Just an embarrassment, which truthfully, happened a great deal more often than he would have liked to admit. "That is actually why Mr. Dundas is here, he drank all the scotch malt in Scotland so we had to hand him over to the English until more can be made. I'm just pleased he managed to find himself gainful employment."
He quickly glanced about, as if looking for the girl, but he quickly returned his eyes to her. "I did hear something about that, the poor dear, how lucky that London is now crawling with helpful Frenchmen." Whether this was a dig at the French invasion or just more of his low opinion of Englishmen, was unclear and he left it up to interpretation.