It appeared that this time the young lady remembered Rufus, which, Rufus would admit, was a welcome change to their last encounter. Not that he blamed her, she hadn’t seen him in years and it wasn’t as if he were featured in the society pages as much as she and her fiance were.

He cast a smile at her greeting as the woman started up again. Whatever was it that he was suppose to be learning? He’d never paid that much attention to such things before and if it were something about weddings… well perhaps Sloane might be interested in such a story one day. For now he patiently waited as the woman placed Miss Dippet’s delicate palm into his own callused hand. The more was much more familiar a move than one might expect in polite company and Rufus did not begrudge the young lady’s giggle.

He had big hands? Rufus couldn’t say he’d really actually considered it before, but he supposed compared to her much smaller ones, he did indeed have large hands. “Er, thank you.” The words came out as more than a question.

The woman continued on explaining this and that, Rufus didn’t really pay attention, still wondering just how he had ended up here in the first place. Then she was wrapping their hands together. He supposed this was the actual demonstration of the tradition and did his best to appear as if he were at the very least paying attention.