[It isn't that Henry is so utterly out of touch with this sort of thing. It isn't that his mother had never scrubbed him up as a child and shoved him into ridiculously formal clothing for a small boy and dragged him here or there to carefully hold a teacup worth more than his life.
It's just that he's been at sea just a bit too long now not to frown at the table for a few minutes before leaning over to the closest body next to him.]
Henry Wellard | Hornblower
It's just that he's been at sea just a bit too long now not to frown at the table for a few minutes before leaning over to the closest body next to him.]
--which cup do you use? Left or right?