“Not looking to steal him are you?” asks a firm, rather well educated voice, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40’s “May I help you?” She looked displeased, “this is a private area.”
You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment “I’m sorry but I was directed this way for the tour” you fumble for the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X, “I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I’m Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are?” “Jan, Jan Smith” you seem to be stumbling to get the words out, “You may call me Elly, I’m pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith” she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary.
