"Then I hope for your sake that the storm passes quickly," she said softly, sympathizing with the urgent need to accomplish something and being stuck in one place. She didn't want to pry into who he was meeting and why, but she could plainly see that it was important to him, whatever it was that he was doing.
Marie was about to say something else when there was a sudden crash from a room at the opposite side of the front hall, the breaking of glass and the clanging of shutters reminding her that she'd forgotten to secure the last of the windows in the library with the sudden arrival of her lodger.
"Blast!" was her quiet exclamation as she hurriedly set down her cup of tea, the liquid sloshing over the side and onto the saucer as she stood and rushed across the house, gloved hands lifting her skirts so she could move more quickly.
It was the window over the desk that had broken, one of the bottom panes laying in pieces across the gleaming wood of the open secretary portion. No, no, no. She was idiot, she told herself as she swept the glass aside and slammed the desk shut before shoving it to the side with all the strength she could muster. There were important things inside that she could not lose, and already she was feeling a slight panic that they'd been ruined.
As the desk was moved, the rain pouring through the window (now practically falling sideways) pooled along the floor, soaking into her already wet skirts. Thank goodness the window was far enough away from the shelves that the rather large collection of books was safe for now.
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Marie was about to say something else when there was a sudden crash from a room at the opposite side of the front hall, the breaking of glass and the clanging of shutters reminding her that she'd forgotten to secure the last of the windows in the library with the sudden arrival of her lodger.
"Blast!" was her quiet exclamation as she hurriedly set down her cup of tea, the liquid sloshing over the side and onto the saucer as she stood and rushed across the house, gloved hands lifting her skirts so she could move more quickly.
It was the window over the desk that had broken, one of the bottom panes laying in pieces across the gleaming wood of the open secretary portion. No, no, no. She was idiot, she told herself as she swept the glass aside and slammed the desk shut before shoving it to the side with all the strength she could muster. There were important things inside that she could not lose, and already she was feeling a slight panic that they'd been ruined.
As the desk was moved, the rain pouring through the window (now practically falling sideways) pooled along the floor, soaking into her already wet skirts. Thank goodness the window was far enough away from the shelves that the rather large collection of books was safe for now.