She smiled at him through gritted teeth. “Would you like to sit down?” he blurted out. “That would be quite pleasing, thank you.” He looked around with a blank expression on his face, giving Eloise the impression he barely knew his way around his own house. “Here,” he mumbled, motioning to a door at the end of the hall, “the drawing room.” Gunning coughed. Sir Phillip looked at him and scowled. “Perhaps you intended to order refreshments, sir?” the butler asked solicitously. “Er, yes, of course,” Sir Phillip replied, clearing his throat. “Of course. Er, perhaps . . .” “A tea tray, perhaps?”
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Lol poor guy's clueless
