Uncle Bogdanov raised his eyebrows and a smile, and reached out his wrinkled hand to greet Mary-Anna Firecastle. It ll pass.
People always find it surprisingly easy to catch up with fifty years of technological progress.
They settled in the soft sofas in the lounge, and the housekeeper served toasted currant tea-cakes and lemon tea. Oh, you may as well call me Uncle Bog. Well, I freelance as a verbal engineer. Nowadays, this involves mostly installing word-meters. You look puzzled.