𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 pipes with a         ❛     don't you have any manners ?     ❜         &       xerxes presses an index finger to his lips,       turning to her as he quietly       (   however,       not as quietly as to not allow his dark - haired companion to hear   )       says,       ❝ now now, emily   —   not all of us were quite so fortunate as to be taught such a thing !       i'm sure our dear friend here is delighted to join us for tea.    ❞