Chapter Ten
I was speaking with Mr. Hancock, learning about how he had faired at the wool market, when Mr. Barker strode into the stables with a very determined step. I immediately stood up. I had never seen Mr. Barker outside of the house before. There must have been something wrong.
“What is it, Mr. Barker. What’s happened?”
He looked at me with a very serious, even grim expression on his face.
“Visitors, Miss.”
“Visitors?” I was momentarily confused.
“Yes, Miss. Lady Hollingsworth and her daughter. They are awaiting ye in the formal drawing room.”
“Why are they here?”
“I couldn’t say, Miss,” Mr. Butler answered with a small smile, as if to say that he completely agreed with me that the ladies were not precisely welcome guests.
“Humph. Well, I suppose I shall have to see them.”
