Oh no. She was indeed from a good family. Now he'd have to be polite and nice to her and they'd have to exchange all sorts of pleasantries and those were the worst. He picked up the notebook and pen and handed them to her. "I'm afraid the pen will be of little use to you, Miss Whitlock. Allow me." And he picked a decorated fountain pen from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to the damsel in distress.