"This is Master Bedwen," I introduced Grandpa to Mr. Goward. "This is Mr. Goward."
Soon after he paid the bill, I received another message from him via the inn. I should get a telephone line to the house, now that somebody's always around at home.
I have the money for it.
Mr. Goward and Grandpa looked at each other like two old, experienced foxes, staying at a distance, evaluating each other.
"Glad to see such an experienced Master of Interpersonal Magic settle in Kesteven, Master Bedwen," Mr. Goward finally said, extending his hand. "I've heard many things about you when I lived in Ecton, although unfortunately our paths never crossed there."
"Mr. Goward," Grandpa said, neutrally, shaking his hand. He gave me a side glance, as if checking something with me. I shrugged; I didn't know
