“Lady Elizabeth; Lady Joanna – it is a pleasure tae see ye again,” Wil said with two respectful bows and a friendly smile. “Ah am waitin' fur mah master tae return frae his meetin',” he added. “An' Ah was admirin' th' tap-estry. It truly is brammer, ah…” he stopped, correcting himself. “Ah mean it is love-ely,” he added as he stumbled over the word with an apologetic smile. “Yerr folk have quite some stories tae tell.” He turned back to the tapestry and traced his finger over a ship sailing downriver.<br/><br/>“Lady Joanna, is thes how yerr family came tae Lake Palace?” he asked the younger sister. “By boat?” His heavily accented ‘r’s rolled off his tongue more prominently than before, mainly because he was speaking more quickly than he had during dinner.<br/><br/>He smiled warmly at the younger Saville sister, hoping that his strange accent would lead the girl to smile or perhaps giggle at him. He didn’t mind – in fact he loved to make people laugh. “Dae ye like mah accent? Is it a wee silly?” he asked, bending over with his hands over his knees and a squinting smile.