"Oh, so ye know Miss Rose Ward?" he asked with surprise. He was delighted that his wife-to-be had a friend in town. "I am glad ta hear of it," he went on to say. He seemed to be genuine about it. However, he wasn't blind. He was staring at her for sightly longer than he meant to. An unwelcome stab of attraction greeted him. "Aye, I am glad," he repeated absently... Then he realized there were no more loaves to shape and he showed her how to proof them before starting on the tart shells. "The butter makes the dough flaky," he mumbled.