"Miss Beatrix, it was Mr. Crawford's firm instruction to never allow you leave this room unless his visitor leaves!" The servant exclaimed in alarm, the healthy color drained her cheeks. She has the appearance of a woman expecting the worst to come.
The hand that was holding a feather duster was trembling with fear. A while ago, she entered my room informing me Alexander sent her in to clean my room and I opened the door so she could begin. But when I told her I would go and see father, she stiffened, then froze with apprehension. Her frightened gaze met mine. Before I realized what she's doing, her thin frame blocked the door.
"Pardon me?" I peered from under my eyelashes, wry amusement lit my eyes. "That's incredulous, why would father do that?" I respond, shaking my head in disbelief.
