Most certainly Mr. Rickman understood.
"Do you think you will be able to do what I want?"
Her eyes implied that he seemed to her too young to have had any experience at all.
Knowing that a sense of humour was not one of the things required of him, he controlled a smile.
"We understood you wanted an expert, so I came myself."
"You are Mr. Rickman then?"
"Well—Mr. Rickman's son."
The lady puckered her brows as if trying to recall something, an idea, a memory that escaped her. She gave it up.
"Have you been waiting long?"
"Not more than half an hour or so."