August 20th, 1892 — Dempsey Estate Ireland

He had said he would call tomorrow, and Christabel had lain awake all night thinking of what that meant. What it could really mean and had worked herself up into an anxious frenzy. She had said nothing to anyone in her family that Mister Daphnel has said her would call and certainly nothing about having kissed in an empty drawing room after being chased through the fluu network like a deer. It made her heart quicken in her chest at the thought and she hoped she hadn't misinterpreted everything he had said. In a moment of overblown passion and Romantic imagination she hoped she had not inferred something on the moment that it was not. Merlin she hated this!

She had tried reading, she had tried writing, she had tried playing the piano - heaven she had even tried needlepoint - a sure sign she was desperate for something to distract herself with. The door opened and she stood, suddenly at attention, her shoulders a little straighter than normal - and she might have taken just a little longer with her hair that morning than she did most days.

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