05-23-2020, 05:08 PM
Although Cordelia could tell this Robert Carrington's politeness was only due to common courtesy, she still somewhat appreciated that he stood up from his precious bench to greet her. She offered another curtsy, just as awkward as the first one due to her dead hand, and replied, "Cordelia Whitlock. My grandmother is Eve Whitlock, she owns Cedarworth Manor on the other side of the cliffs."
She gestured to her notebook on the ground as the pen's ink stained the bench just where Mr. Carrington had just been seated. "Now, if you don't mind handing me my notebook and my pen, I'll be out of your hair, Mr.Ā Carrington." She said the polite title a little mockingly, as if she didn't believe he deserved the politeness of it (and, indeed, she didn't).
She gestured to her notebook on the ground as the pen's ink stained the bench just where Mr. Carrington had just been seated. "Now, if you don't mind handing me my notebook and my pen, I'll be out of your hair, Mr.Ā Carrington." She said the polite title a little mockingly, as if she didn't believe he deserved the politeness of it (and, indeed, she didn't).