"And you are also filled with run-on sentences and mismatched compound subjects. Fairly common in children, although I am somewhat disappointed to hear it from the voice a fellow countryman. But English hardly exists these days, it seems."
He paused.
"Countrywoman, I suppose."
Henry reached into his pocket to remove his watch. A rather nice looking timepiece attached to a small chain. A gift from Colonel Pickering on the day they escorted Eliza to Brighton. The same day that Henry bought Eliza the ring. The one that she had the audacity to throw into the fireplace.
"And your colloquialism of having been dumped here is both crude and misleading. I wasn't dumped here. I was in my parlor. Which reminds me, you haven't perchance seen a young woman come by this way, have you? Brown hair, brown eyes. Regular stature. Thin. She has some trouble pronouncing her As."