Ahead were some double doors and Jacoba had the idea that he hesitated before opening one of them.
Then, as he did so, and Jacoba walked past him into the room he announced,
“A lady to see you, my Lord.”
Jacoba now found herself in a room where the walls were all lined with books and there were two high windows with a large fireplace at one end.
Sitting in a chair in front of it and reading a newspaper was, she could see, a man.
It was certainly not the Earl because he was young with dark hair. He was wearing a kilt of the same tartan as the footman.
His sporran was an impressive-looking one, Jacoba was thinking, as she heard the door close behind her.
As the man at the other end of the room just stared at her, she moved forward a few steps to say a little nervously,
“I-I just have
