It was only when she smiled ever so slightly at him did he realize how much he wished to lift her spirits. Faustus could see the subject was rather distressing, and he couldn't help but feel that he'd caused it in some way, especially with his comment about Death. He felt his own cheeks begin to redden slightly, though he was immediately saved by the voice of Mrs. Bagshot slicing through the air, and he realized that he'd leaned forward as he'd spoken to Miss Skovgaard. Adjusting his posture, he watched as the tea was brought in and he watched as the healer picked up the teapot to serve.
At her question, he shook his head. "Only a little cream, thank you." He replied, smiling at her as she handed him the cup. He took a teaspoon to stir the milk in and had opened his mouth to ask Mrs. Bagshot a question to include her in on the conversation when she picked up her teacup and bustled right back over to her husband to hand him a cup too. Faustus blinked, slightly perplexed before he glanced at Miss Skovgaard.
Well, if it was to be that they would continue their private conversation, then far be it from him to attempt to prevent it. Setting down the spoon, Faustus took a sip. "Forgive me, but might I inquire as to how you and the Bagshot's are related?" He asked, glancing up to the couple, still chattering away as ever at the piano. Obviously, Miss Skovgaard didn't share their name, but they were considered quite sufficient as chaperones. And there was the matter of she mentioned she had a roommate, which caused him to be a bit more than puzzled by her living situation especially if Mrs. Bagshot had led him to believe she lived here in Wellingtonshire.
At her question, he shook his head. "Only a little cream, thank you." He replied, smiling at her as she handed him the cup. He took a teaspoon to stir the milk in and had opened his mouth to ask Mrs. Bagshot a question to include her in on the conversation when she picked up her teacup and bustled right back over to her husband to hand him a cup too. Faustus blinked, slightly perplexed before he glanced at Miss Skovgaard.
Well, if it was to be that they would continue their private conversation, then far be it from him to attempt to prevent it. Setting down the spoon, Faustus took a sip. "Forgive me, but might I inquire as to how you and the Bagshot's are related?" He asked, glancing up to the couple, still chattering away as ever at the piano. Obviously, Miss Skovgaard didn't share their name, but they were considered quite sufficient as chaperones. And there was the matter of she mentioned she had a roommate, which caused him to be a bit more than puzzled by her living situation especially if Mrs. Bagshot had led him to believe she lived here in Wellingtonshire.