Harry Fisher was not used to being approached by young women at parties- or rather, young ladies at Balls which were an entirely different matter. He was approached by women all the time, normally wanting a pay rise or to find out what ditch their old man had collapsed into. But to be approached by such a lady (pretty enough, he noticed, with a fashionably expensive dress and a title to go with it, his sharp ears pointed out) was certainly a turn up for the books. She must have been very bored to approach him rather than anyone else here.
"Lady Stanley." He said rather formally, bowing low and taking her hand to kiss, as was expected of him at times such as this and it was hardly a burden. "Harry Fisher, my Lady, and the pleasure is, I assure you, all mine. I must thank you for your kind concern but I hardly want to keep you from your friends."