Lady Steinhouse was wallowing in sadness; she had refused to get up and do anything. It had only been three days since Walter had left, yet she still wished he had waited for her to wake up. Maybe he knew she would have had him followed, so that she could join him later on. She did not like the idea of him being so far away.
She had not still gotten out from bed even when morning had long passed. She had specially instructed the maids not to disturb her. It seemed her instructions were ignored when she heard someone barge in. she turned to give that person a good scold, when she saw her maid's b****y nose. She rose abruptly, storming towards her in anger.
"Who did this to you?" she asked with her teeth in a grind.
"There are people... people.. they have come to see my lady.. down stairs
