"Milord, I didn't hear you enter; you startled me," Abigail said with an embarrassed smile.
"I am sorry, my sweet Abigail, but I was fascinated with your movement while you swept. The way your hips swayed back and forth; I do confess it has made my blood rise. Now, what of this early supper at thy uncles are we still going hither?" asked Sir James.
"Oh yes, milord, if thou wouldst, but a little while wait, I will go and fetch a basket with our supper laid, milord."
Off she dashed as Sir James smiled slyly to himself and thought it was way past time that he took a wench. All the girls of his station expected marriage for a 'roll in the hay' and even then, there were none that he had met that he could face to marry. So, most of the girls he had were Indian or the too-dirt poor white women
