" You,” said Henrietta, regarding the Gardener with the sort of venom usually reserved for people who ignore the queue at lending libraries. “What are you doing here?”
The Gardener doffed his hat. “Lady Henrietta. How lovely to see you again.”
Jane couldn’t echo the sentiment. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Henrietta; Henrietta was like a sister to her, or at least the closer kind of cousin. But she wasn’t exactly the person Jane would have chosen for a sensitive mission to a French-occupied country.
And where Henrietta was . . .
“Hullo! Did I hear voices?” Miles careened into his wife’s back.
Catching sight of the Gardener and his wife’s Medusa stare, Miles prudently backed up a step.
“Does anyone have any port on hand?” Miles inquired of no one in particular. “And perhaps a biscuit.”
Lady Henrietta plunked her hands on her hips. “You’re going to feed him?”
“No,” said Miles, hiding behind his floppy hair. “For me. I feel in need of fortification. "

― Lauren Willig , The Lure of the Moonflower (Pink Carnation, #12)