Hank Clegg's "admiration" for Matilda Murphy grew another layer deeper in his heart.
As for getting Hank Clegg to smile at Lydia Morgan, that was absolutely impossible for him.
Yet Matilda Murphy still had the mood to make the Princess laugh.
Perhaps, only those who truly possess the indifference to keep themselves out of the fray can afford to demean themselves to such an extent?
Everyone, please take a seat.
The appetizers for the meal began to be served.
Madam Olivia, as always during banquets, quickly dominated the evening's conversation.
Hank Clegg tasted the Royal Palace's delicacies at a leisurely pace, though inside, he was anxious.
"How long does Mr. Hank Clegg plan to stay in Sez?" Madam Olivia asked Hank Clegg.
"It depends on the situation, and on my mood," Hank Clegg said, reluctantly glancing at Miss Lydia to indicate that her wishes were of prime concern.
Madam Olivia smiled insincerely, "Then will you take Lydia back to meet your parents?"
