He breathed in deep and made up his mind. He left his room and went to meet this unexpected but surprisingly welcome guest.
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he ran into Mrs. Fisher as she made to answer the door, something Elis was starting to realize was well below her and her station in the house, but the lack of staff forced her to take up many roles which she performed with great dignity.
“Mr. Scott,” she said upon seeing him.
“Let him in, Mrs. Fisher. I’ll speak to him.”
She eyed him curiously but went to the door when a brisk knock sounded, and the bell was pulled. It seemed Lord Farrell was in a hurry to get inside. Farrell entered and Mrs. Fisher took his coat. He was dressed as ridiculously as before, his waistcoat’s buttons holding on for dear life as it struggled t
