“She seems a delight.” Percy agreed with a nod toward Dora. Lily strained forward again to smell Dora, whining as if annoyed she’d been left out of the conversation. “This is Lily.” He explained as the king charles spaniel brushed up against Miss Beauregard’s skirts in an attempt for attention. Pitching is voice a bit lower as if Lily might hear and understand he admitted, “She’s a bit spoiled.” Then he echoed Miss Beauregard's sentiments, “But really I’m quite lucky for her company.” After all it had been just the two of them for quite a while.

He nodded as she brushed off his concern, but it did little to comfort him. Odd wasn’t it, to need to be comforted about someone he’d only met a handful of times. But he supposed he would feel that way for any of his friends or his sisters. “I’m an early riser myself.” Percy admitted, “Although I never seem to find time for walks in the morning.” He shrugged as if he weren’t trying to hint that she was out alone and her was concerned for her situation. “If I knew I’d run into such excellent company, I might just change my ways.” He added, a bit boldly for Percy, but he felt that the friendship that had formed might keep Miss Beauregard from thinking him too bold.