She laughs. "I'm quite sure not."
A breeze blows through the branches. She clears her throat. "I quite enjoyed what you did yesterday," she says, looking straight down.
"Good Sir Jaundyce was not nearly so pleased," you say.
"S'truth," she says, shaking her head. "How I cheered when you stood your ground to the sod! Quite a display it was…."
You shake away the memory. "I am glad you saw me, even if no one else on this estate did."
"I'm ever so glad I did, since I hardly think I'll see you tread the stage again once you leave."
A Curious Statement