'Just go up the stairs to Miss Jane's room, second on the right' instructed Mr Butler.
Jack nodded and walked cautiously up the stairs. He felt like an awkward stranger in this grand house. He heard murmuring voices, walked past the open door and doubled back. Jane was tucked up in bed and safe from all who wished to harm her. She was affectionately attended by Miss Fisher, hand on her cheek while she reassured her that she was safe now and to get a good night's sleep. Jack peeked unobtrusively. This seemed peculiar behaviour from Miss Fisher but he was getting an idea that there was a lot more to her than frivolous flapper. If he was a betting man he would have bet that she was careless and cruel with the men in her life. She had insisted she 'didn't do children' and he was also willing to bet she wouldn't get herself emotionally involved but here she was; swooping in to save the day, being desperately imprinted on by a vulnerable child and effortlessly taking it in her stride.
He took a moment to steal a glance at the fairy godmother. He'd overheard her tell the girl that she had had a sister with the same name. He'd also been informed that she had been born poor and starving in Collingwood, a district he would have steered clear from. He couldn't imagine her being the ragged little street urchin with her refined manner and immense wealth but there was a glint in her eye he didn't normally see in women of her class. Mind you, he'd rarely met anyone of her class but it was clear that she was one in a million. She seemed gentler, less intimidating now.
He detected warm concern on her lovely face and crept away, leaving them in peace. He'd call round another day.