There was an air of gloom about the place as the butler sedately walked down the steps and waited for them to step down. Evelyn had insisted that they change out of their finery into travelling clothes and had the maids pack just enough clothes for a large valise each. They left almost immediately and Evelyn left instructions for the maids to pack everything and follow on with the luggage carriage as soon as possible. ‘Good morning, Mrs. Hastings.’ The butler, Egerton said calmly. There was no way to tell by his demeanour if the Earl had slipped away during the night. ‘Good morning, Egerton.’ Evelyn said evenly. ‘Is there any news?’ ‘None since last evening, Madam.’ Egerton said and smiled softly. ‘We are hoping the Earl will rally, but the fever is raging.’ Evelyn patted his arm compassionately. ‘Mr. Hastings is in the breakfast parlour, Madam.’ ‘Yes, thank you, Egerton.’ Evelyn said and stiffly stepped up the wide terraced steps to the large and imposing front door.
