Chapter TwoLarentia opened the door and to her surprise saw a gentleman she had never seen before.
Most of her father’s friends were elderly, but this man, although not young, was certainly not in that category. Then because she was observant she noticed that while he appeared outwardly smart there were signs of poverty. The over-polished shoes to hide the cracks, the starched cuffs of his shirt trimmed at the edges, and a tie that was definitely worn at the knot.
Then she realised that the caller was staring at her in astonishment.
It was something she was used to, but not in quite such an obvious manner.
Then as she waited he found his voice.
“You are Miss Braintree?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder if it would be possible for me to speak to you for a moment, privately? I am a friend of Dr. Medw
