Mrs Hollyworth seemed very jolly. It was quite the change to the overtly formal introductions that were the norm. Anna immediately took a dislike to the woman, but she often did to anyone that wasn't sour and overbearing such as she. George smiled charmingly and bowed his head.

"Welcome to Appleby, Mrs Hollyworth. We're very happy to meet you." The head of the family continued on with the introductions, "I am George Farr.." Anna immediately bristled. The one thing that the woman couldn't abide, was her husband not using his formal title when meeting new aquaintances. Which in all honesty, only made George do it all the more.

"This is my son Henry." The son nodded politely, but was evidently bored by the whole ceremonious intrusion. "My daughter Matilda." Tilly looked up, and smiled cheerfully. "Hello." She offered in a friendly tone. "And last but not least, my dear wife, Annabelle." The emphasis that was put onto the word dear, made Tilly want to laugh out loud. But she rallied and held her composure.

[i]Major Bradford..where had she heard that name before? [/i]

Subtly, she tried to look behind the Colonol to see the man in question, but he appeared to be trying to keep out of view. She couldn't blame him, she'd tried to do the very same.

"Have you been in town long?" Henry enquired. He had often fancied himself a military man - much to his Mother's abject horror, of course.