"Oh, hello there, Tristran. Now, aren't you looking very handsome - all this sun does you well," she steps forward into the room - arms very neatly, and very tightly around him, dismissing her daughter's continued case-making with a mild.

"Behave, Louisa."

Dunstan grins smugly from his seat.

"And you too, dear," she steps back enough to glance around Tristran's shoulder (and straighten his lapel). "Sometimes you are worse than the children."