Talking at breakfast

Marie: Christmas holidays together with uncle have passed as one day. Robert stayed with us almost until the New Year, but nothing lasts forever. At the day of his departure, just like any other day, he got up at half to six and was supposed to have breakfast at six on the dot. Lynette was still sleeping, but I’ve decided to get up early and talk to him before he leaves.

Task: Go through the study in ghosts mode.

When Marie entered the room, Robert was cutting a cake with a knife and sending it to his mouth piece after piece, washing it down with beer from a cut-glass mug.

Robert: Young man, bring another glass of apple cider as well as tea and toast with strawberry jam for the lady.

Leo: Right away, sir.

Robert: Good morning, Marie. Do you have anything against strawberry jam?

Marie: Not at all.

Robert leans closer and says in a conspiratorial voice:

Robert: Even though it’s your stepmother’s favorite delicacy?

Marie: Well, we should have at least something in common.

You see how they exchange glances and start laughing.

Robert: I’m glad you got up to see me off. The carriage has arrived, I’m leaving right after breakfast.

Marie: And I am glad you have visited us, uncle. The world seems lighter with your presence. I hope I’ll be able to keep that light after your departure.

Robert: I think there are other people in this house that can keep it up in you.

Leo: Please, sir, your cider. And tea with jam for the lady.

Robert: By the way, is this courteous young man by any chance a son of the late John Llywelyn?

Leo: That’s right, sir.

Robert: I knew your father, he was a good man. I think John also had a daughter…

Leo: Yes, my sister is in London now, looking for work. Aristocrats are not supposed to serve, but sometimes there is no choice.

Robert: Leonard, a true aristocrat is not measured by the amount of money in his pocket. He remains one even while living on the street, like I had to during the war. A real aristocrat is this: honor, intellect and courage. Remember that, and the good family of Llywelyns will live for a hundred centuries.

Leo: Thank you. I will remember your words.

Fog: Sir, your luggage is loaded. The carriage is ready to depart.

Robert: And now I have to go. I wish you happiness.

You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens

Marie: I came to the dining room earlier than usual, and Leo volunteered to serve at table. We didn’t arrange it, it was just a coincidence. None of us had the courage to tell everything, but it wasn’t necessary. Uncle figured everything out on his own.