A Victorian tale part three.....In which a lot of spilling and smiling happens.

I am being a bit impatient with my self I have a scene written that this is building up to and we have yet to leave the house. But I know this is not even really the end of the third page. I have made some corrections and edits to the previous post.

Alice reappeared with a pot of tea two cups and a selection of biscuits.
“Ahh young Alice you are a model of house hold efficiency and speed. How did you produce a pot of steaming tea so quickly?”
Alice blushed. “Uh Sir you see, My ma’ was the cook up at highland park, and  uh she told me that one should always have a pot of hot water in the grate for just an occasion” She replied with some difficulty She probably had never had a kind word from a gentleman before. This endeared Samuel to Charlotte even more. Alice set down the try  on the low table next to the divan. “Anything else Miss?” she asked and was almost out the door and very red in the face before she got an answer.
“Thank you Alice. We will be heading out shortly.” charlotte replied absently her attention more on Samuel than on the tea or Alice.
He stood across the smallish lounge from her framed in the window. She noticed that his hair had gotten longer and his mutton chops were smaller giving a more youthful and easy look to his face. She liked it. She smiled at him.
“Samuel come sit and have a cup of tea before we go.”
Samuel walked over to the divan and in a swift and elegant movement he sat on the foot of the divan sweeping the tails of his coat behind him. His closeness caused her to stifle a gasp. She was pleased but felt and arousal that she hoped would not make the day awkward. She had expectations of closeness that she was afraid were indiscrete. The idea brought a blush to her again and she turned to the tea to hide it.
She poured two cups of tea and carefully handed Samuel one.
She took her cup and carefully adjusted her position to face Samuel. In doing so her knee came to touch his. There was a jolt of excitement that made her start and slosh her tea. She had never been so thankful for a saucer.
Samuel grinned a grin of a cheshire cat. “tea may not be the best for either of our nerves at his point, Charlotte, fresh air and a picnic may be what is best for us.” he said with a slight laugh. She looked to see he too had sloshed his tea but there was some on his leg as well as his saucer. She turned careful and set her tea on the tray and retrieve a napkin. Before she could take the napkin she felt him lean over her and their hand touched at the napkin. Neither of them moved and she turned to find his face next to hers. She caught the scent of his skin. He smelt of horses and ink. It was intoxicating to her and she drank it in with delight unable to move in fear of losing the scent. His hand took the napkin and slowly he rose with an audible inhale he stood. She let out a slight sigh as she sat watching him dab the damp spot on his leg.
He tossed the napkin to the table and offered her his hand.
“Shall be be off, Charlotte”
Taking his hand hoping that her enthusiasm was not too telling she replied. “Immediately!”