"Have you met Miss Lowell?" Butler Ford displayed surprise.
Old Master Sinclair nodded, "She worked by Maxim's side a year ago. I remember clearly, though she wasn't as flamboyant back then as she is now."
"I heard from Sawyer that the young master seems to really like Miss Lowell."
"He more than just likes her," Old Master Sinclair snorted, "He's practically obsessed. Who knows what that foolish kid has done this time. It seems the girl doesn't fancy him at all!"
Butler Ford chuckled, asking, "So, in this situation now..."
"Leave it be. Let the young ones mess around however they like. I can't involve myself, nor do I have the time to meddle." Old Master Sinclair set down his teacup, stood up, and walked out, "Bring my pipa. I'm off to have a music duel with Old Man Marshall next door."
...
Summer Lowell paid the cab fare, opened the door, and got out, following a path to the seaside.
