But he is not a Chives, could never hope to reach that level of perfection. And she is not a Spade. So he only bemoans the unseemliness of the locale and nods. Clubs are not nearly so formal as the sharp Suits, and he is above all a Club butler.

"As my lady wishes." She may take her tea here, but only if he's allowed to hold out a chair for her, serve her as is proper and then hover in the background alert to her every beck and call.