At the luncheon.
Baron Barnie sipped fine wine, laughing and chatting with Viscount Pompey and his wife.
It was evident that the issue with the horse had come to a conclusion.
Chen Lun ate in silence, listening to their conversations about amusing incidents within the noble circle, and the latest decisions from the parliament.
"Little Rebecca, that horse caused you to fall and hurt your leg, and it almost hit you afterwards... Uncle Barnie feels very guilty, so let me apologize to you here."
Baron Barnie raised his goblet, smiling and nodding to Rebecca who sat across the table.
Rebecca quickly put down her knife and fork, also lifting her own wine glass.
"It's okay, Uncle Barnie... It wasn't your fault; I was the one who was being playful."
After both had drunk the red wine, Viscount Pompey began talking about the afternoon itinerary.
"Barnie, I heard that the main investor behind the Tweety Zoo is Earl Bradley?"
