Slightly flustered at her request, Edmund scratched his head. "Do not worry, none of my brothers could accuse a lady like you of being ill mannered," he said hopeful that she would be convinced. He watched her expression and bit his lip, cursing himself under his breath for giving in. "But, I suppose, the horses can wait. We can go after dinner, how does that sound?"<br/><br/>"Romeo, stop eavesdropping and come sit for dinner," Owen uttered without looking up from his book. Truthfully he feared that Romeo would spill blood on the curtains with his stirring. He pointed at the chair at the end of the table and snapped his fingers to encourage his brother to move.