"Right, a Mr. Stark, I'm told. Can't say I've met him yet, but I should probably congratulate him when I get the chance."

Bayard watches Linden's hand, becoming equally animated, seemingly completely unperturbed by this sickly-looking man who's crawled down here with him. As far as Bayard's concerned, it isn't his business to judge how a man behaves at a party given that Bayard doesn't know how to behave himself, and it would be completely hypocritical to assume that Linden's doing it incorrectly just because he's older.

"A plantation, sir, but we ain't growing much of late. We got mules and pigs, though. I just built up a pen for them the other day with my bare hands." And a lot of help, but Bayard thinks he's done enough of the work to merit taking some of the credit. "It was a right sturdy pen."