“Gambler,” she says.
“Speculator,” he corrects.
They smile.
“And it doesn’t have to be Manor Born,” he says. “We can look around, find a place you like better….”
“Drink your tea,” Julia says, depositing two china cups on the table and sitting down across from him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He finishes one scone and reaches for another. “These really are very good.”
“Take some home for…Poppy.”
“Thank you,” her son says.
“No problem. Mark can always make more.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
They drink the rest of their tea in silence.