But her peace was soon shattered. For no sooner had she begun to eat her eggs than in walked Angus, grinning superciliously at her.
“Ah, good morning, my dear.”
Moira recoiled in horror.
How dare he address her in such a familiar manner? She suddenly wished that she had already finished her meal and could excuse herself.
‘I cannot bring myself to speak to him,’ she thought, so she simply nodded.
His appearance had quite made her lose her appetite and she lost interest in her plate of eggs.
“I came calling last night to speak to you, but you did not answer the door,” he began and then seeing her look of horror, started to laugh.
“I was only being friendly, Lady Moira.”
Moira could bear it no longer. She stood up from the table and was about to run from the room, when Ewen walked in
