Margaret nods knowingly. "Good luck and godspeed, dear."

In the center of a cluster of men hobnobbing near (but not on) the leather sectional sofa, Harry is at his most animated. "--and to conclude, I said to my cousin Vernon that if he thinks the French are out of Scottish start-ups for good, he'll have his head put on straight when the Douglas has half your next acquisition swallowed up in Edinburgh!"