The faint rustle of silk could be heard from beyond the curtain, and Ruelle cleared her throat softly.
"You don't have to trouble yourself, Mr. Henley. I have enough dresses," Ruelle assured with a smile even though it wasn't true. She added, "We came today because Mr. Slater wished for it as part of something. That is all."
"I apologise," Ezekiel offered her a polite smile, "I only meant that you didn't have to rely on others when you have family. But I won't press the matter."
Ruelle nodded hoping the gesture smoothed what little tension she had sensed earlier.
