“There isalwaystea, sir,” bowed Deery. “And since this is your abode, I need not mention that there is also food awaiting your presence in the small salon. I believe you know the way.” He strode off, back rigid, missing Max’s grin.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, Deery,” he called after the retreating butler.
“Neither do I, sir.” The answer was faint but clear.
“Damned help. Getting above themselves these days.” Max turned to Perry. “You can put her down anytime. Her brain may have departed, but her legs still work and she’s no lightweight as I just discovered.”
“I do so adore such overt demonstrations of familial affections,” said Perry, letting Grace slide to the floor from his grasp, and tugging at his waistcoat. “Thou could’st never be a burden to these arms, my sweet,” he said to her, “Since thy smile has put wings on my heart.”
“Do give over, Perry,” admonished Grace, straightening her skirts. “But thank you for catching me. Which you wouldn’t have had to do if my insanely arrogant brother hadn’t angered me to the point of…of…” she ran out of words.
“Point non-plus?” suggested Perry.
“Yes. That.” Grace smiled at him. “Your quotations may need work, but your ability to find the perfect expression is flawless.”
He bowed. “You honour me. Now then. Since Deery mentioned tea and food, I have discovered myself to be quite sharp-set. Shall we treat ourselves, dear Grace?” He extended an arm to her and prepared to escort her to the salon.
“What about me?” Max blinked at them.
“It’s your house, dear boy. I would think it would be all right for you to have tea as well.” Perry glanced at him. “But there will be no shouting, poking of fingers, or picking anyone up like a sack of potatoes. Is that understood?”
Max sighed. “Spoil sport. Just wait until she gets started on you.”
“I look forward to it,” grinned Perry.
