He looked away toward the hearth. It was the middle of summer and there were logs on the grate with a basket of kindling nearby just in case. If he happened to start a fire himself, the servants that took care of the family would give him reproachful looks as if he were the Evil American there to take their jobs. He only tried not to be much of a bother and uphold his responsibilities no matter which country he was in.
"I'll see him tonight," he said, reiterating his plans. "Are you going to rest until dinner?"
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