"Yes Sir."
"What is it you want? Is there more to discuss?" Lord Denney inquired.
Lady Farrington set the lamp on the ground once more, and brushed down her skirt again. "What about the poor girl he has attending to him?"
Lord Denney's expression changed. "She remains still?"
"Yes Sir."
"He has not sent her back to her family?" He asked again.
"No, he has not. She remains still here at the castle, and he has her staying in the west wing while I, a room in the south wing." Lady Farrington said, disappointment in her tone. "I am the daughter of a marquess, and he has me staying in the south wing. I feel so disrespected." She lamented.
Lord Denney was uninterested in the room placement, his attention focused on a different aspect. "My nephew must prefer her more than I thought." He mused aloud, a hint of realization dawning in his voice.