The conversation in this group was already splintering off into different fractions of small-talk. It was the daughter whose attention he had seemed to capture most, so Max angled his gaze more purposely towards her as she introduced herself. A Miss, then; good. The name Lupin almost rang a vague bell, which Max presumed was also a good sign. The evident interest in her eyes - most promising of all.
“Enchanted, Miss Lupin,” he murmured after her introduction, eyeing her discreetly. She was young - but not so much that she was lacking poise - and light-eyed and refined and polite. (Dark-haired, like Nicky.) “I arrived about a month ago,” he explained, with a wry smile. “Fortunately, business kept me in London and not up in the fog. I hope you have not spent your summer caught up in it?” It would be a shame for a young debutante, he suspected, not to be able to fulfil her purpose of being seen.
“Enchanted, Miss Lupin,” he murmured after her introduction, eyeing her discreetly. She was young - but not so much that she was lacking poise - and light-eyed and refined and polite. (Dark-haired, like Nicky.) “I arrived about a month ago,” he explained, with a wry smile. “Fortunately, business kept me in London and not up in the fog. I hope you have not spent your summer caught up in it?” It would be a shame for a young debutante, he suspected, not to be able to fulfil her purpose of being seen.
