She winkled her nose up in disgust and once again yearned for the clear, crisp mornings she had frequently enjoyed back in Derbyshire. A deep sense of unease had settled over her ever since they had appeared in the lobby and it continued to grow with each passing minute until she felt positively tense and nervous as she glanced up and down the busy street. It felt an entirely alien and somewhat hostile environment and, if she was honest, she would be glad to see the back of it. However, if staying in London wasn’t conscionable, and returning to Derbyshire was virtually impossible, where could they go? She turned to glance back into the hotel entrance with a frown. What was taking Patty so long? They had been on their way down the stairs when Patty had suddenly declared she needed her thicker shawl. She had promised to only be a minute; but had yet to return. With a shiver, Lizzie tried to keep her gaze averted from the rather tall gentleman dressed entirely in black still in the lobby.
