The young man was not the politest, but if he had money it was worth the disturbance. "Alright, son, run along and tell your sisters to prepare their best for our guest." The boy nodded, rolled up the net for his father, got up, tipped his hat at the stranger and ran off. The old man pushed himself up with his stick and took the net under his arm. "Follow me then. Where are you from, son?" He didn't bother with the sirs. The young man did not look like a gentleman - nor did he behave like one.