Knock…
Knock..
Knock.
A discreet rap sounded on Anne's bedroom door, though it was Augusta within who granted permission. "Enter," she commanded. The maid stepped inside, her gaze respectfully lowered.
"He's here, Baroness," She announced, her voice soft as if the very air might carry the news to ears not meant to hear it yet. A faint smile touched Augusta's lips. "Tell him I'll be down in a minute." The maid curtsied deeply and then she was gone.
Augusta took a moment to compose herself. She surveyed her reflection, adjusted a stray strand of hair, then descended the grand staircase to meet her guest. She entered the drawing room, where a man was already waiting for her.
"Gable," she called out, her voice sharp.
Mrs. Gable appeared by her side instantly. "Yes, Baroness."
