Hearing the front door open she ran to the bed and caught up the white fur. Drawing it around her she hurried to the window and pulled back the curtain.
There were voices below but she could not make out what was being said. She leaned further out.
She could see Lord Farron below. Her heart caught in her throat. Then she heard him being asked to wait. Asked to wait! Without inviting him in?
Lord Farron bowed. He turned and stood at the top of the steps, looking down the street.
Dare she call down to him? No, no, that was simply not appropriate behaviour.
Yet how she longed for him to see her and address her.
He turned. Someone had come back to the front door. There were low words. Lord Farron seemed to stiffen. He gave a curt bow and stepped away, crumpling something in his hand. For
