"Why, I do declare, there is after all a gentleman about these parts? Mr. McLeod, thank you for the brandy. Now, now, not so close, kind sir, as I am feeling the need for a little air. His Majesties service you say? Well perhaps you have heard of my poor Reginald, may he rest in peace. Yes, I do believe it was a nasty bovine which attacked him. I, of course, having been raised on the estate of my father, the late Sir Archibald Mckneeson-Pitterman, know the ways of the livestock. I begged daddy to let me come out with Reggie when he first settled!", she said with great heaving sobs threatening to overwhelm her. "If I'd been there, my poor Reggie would still be alive and, well, a woman of my age, well, I, um, can get so lonely sometimes. The jewel? Oh, it's just a little family piece daddy gave me before he died. It belonged to my great grandmother, Flora Estella Darling. I never take it off; it is my prized possession. Kindly take your eyes off of it, sir, if you do consider yourself a gentleman?"