You really don't understand the first thing about writing. . . for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.
I'll join you, sir. You'll need help finding your way about the estate. "His lips tightened into a disapproving line. "Begging your pardon, Lady Rosalind, but I didn't have a nursemaid when I was three, so I certainly don't need one now. I'm perfectly capable of navigating an estate alone. ""I'm sure you are - indeed, you demonstrated a remarkable proficiency for it last night, and in a strange house, too.