[Oh yes, Hattie is a talker. And, from her experience thus far, Gilbert isn't much of a talker. It's perfect, really! He didn't really need to say anything anyway, she was watching his eyes and she drew her conclusion from the fact he seemed more confused than impressed.]

Yes yes, your palm.

[Once he raises it, she snaps her fan shut then makes an effort to reach across the table and take his hand in both of hers, bringing them to the table afterward.]

So what do we need to talk about? Arrangements? I've not actually done this before.
Actually, should we order tea first?