"
I would be honored, Miss Northwood," Prospero said with a slow smile. "
I think spending the holiday with you is going to be enormous fun."
Lady Jane waggled her eyebrows at Evelyn from behind the gentleman and blew her a little kiss.
The motor car turned of the road and through a pair of stone gate posts with lions mounted on them. The driveway wound a short distance between a thicket of trees and Evelyn caught sight of a small chapel in the woods, looking disused and forlorn with a dusting of snow and overgrown with brambles.
"
That's where Brian has his crates," Lady jane pointed out to them. "
His big surprise. He really is like a little boy with a new toy. It's charming in a way. I wish he would pay attention to me that way."
The slight annoyance in her tone spoke volumes to Evelyn about her host and hostess's relationship, most of it not good, and she realized that part of her job while she was here would be to jolly her old school friend along, help her throw a smashing Christmas party for everyone and not think about her distracted husband. It's what friends do.
Sweeping out of the line of trees they came in sight of Leatherby Hall, an Elizabethan era country manor in soft golden toned sandstone with red tile roofs and many interesting nooks and crannies. Quite breath taking in the morning light.
Servants hurried out of the house to greet the car and to carry luggage inside. Lady Jane guided Evelkyn and Prospero inside.
"
You're both on the second floor," she announced, "
but I'll give you the grand tour while they take your luggage up to your rooms, shall I?"
OOC: I am using the American designation of floors because I'm used to it -- enter the house on the first floor and go up one level to the second floor, and another level to the third floor. In England, you would actually enter on the ground floor, go up one level to the first floor and another to the second floor. Just to be clear.