She stood quietly for a moment, then turned lightly and walked towards the kitchen, muttering softly as she went: "East India Company? A director's grandson? That doesn't sound like someone to mess with. Why does all the trouble in the world have to pile up on Sir…"
Moments later, there was a slight noise from the stove and the sound of porcelain clashing in the kitchen. Not long after, the dining room door was pushed open again. Becky came in carrying a small tray, on which was placed a pot of freshly brewed tea and a small dish of lightly toasted buttered bread.
She carefully placed the tray on the coffee table beside Arthur, with a hint of fussing and a touch of familial concern: "I didn't use your Pu-erh brick; that stuff is too troublesome to brew. So I just roasted some bread casually, paired with the new tea Mr. Hutter sent you last time; you said the taste was fairly clean."
