In typical English fashion, no one spoke of what happened that day in the library. Robert carried on as though nothing had happened. Choosing instead to hardly acknowledge her, not giving a second glance and spoke to her even less. Though Edith didn't mind; as she had no want or desire to be near him either.

She was too concerned with more pressing matters. Like how else she was to come up with money in such a short amount of time; if her grandmama decided not to help her. Groaning at the thought of grandmothers Edith laid her head down on her desk. Willing a headache her granny had given her earlier that day to go away.

Though there was no proof, Edith was almost certain that her granny not threaten per say. But gave her a cautioning, to get "such such foolish ideas such as nursing" out of her head. Or else certain measures were to be had, so that Edith did not cause any more unwanted scandal. What measures? Edith had not a clue. In all honesty, she expected nothing less from the old matriarch. Although it did surprise Edith that it took two weeks for her exhorting. Seeing as such "pressing" matters like this one was usually taken care of right away. Before getting out of hand and became unmanageable.

The disapproving looks and haranguing proved to be futile. As Edith became more determined than ever. Fueled now by the redundant opposition from her family.

Taking a deep breath Edith's head rose and her eyes' focused on the letter that lay on the desk. It was what felt like the hundredth draft of a letter she has been trying to write since the war broke out. But every time she tried to put pen to paper all words eluded her. Leaving her without a clue on how to put her feelings into words. Edith felt as though she was not at fault, for it was he who had thought the worst of her. Leaving without giving her a chance to defend herself, and discredit Mary.

"That's what hurts the worst about this whole bloody mess. That you didn't trust me." She confessed to the empty room. "You didn't trust the love I have for you. And me, I should have told you my sweet one how I felt in the first place." Picking up the letter she gave it a once over before crumpling it up and throwing it in the waste bin. "Damn me and my damned English propriety!"

"Lady Edith." A voiced called out as she turned the corner, now almost out of sight from the Abbey. She stopped at the calling of her name. Turning, she saw Mr. Branson as he made his way over to her. It didn't take long for him to reach her. "Lady Edith, I am sorry to interrupt your walk, but I have something for you." Discreetly he pulled white envelopes out. "I saw these in the pile before Mr. Carson had a chance. I hope you weren't presumptuous in taking them."

"No thank you ever so kindly Mr. Branson. It is for the best that my father doesn't know about this. And we both know who Mr. Carson's loyalty lies with.

Mr. Branson didn't say anything, giving a slight smile and a nod of the head. Not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

"Oh dear me. I am sorry Mr. Branson. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."'

"Her lady-ship has a right to speak as she pleases."

"Yes, well others may disagree with that." Edith snorted.

Smiling Tom nodded his head in agreement. "Give it time milady."

Parting ways Edith made her way to her favorite old oak. But half way there she came to a complete halt when she read over the addresses from which the letter were sent.


I am sorry for the short chapter I've been really busy. But I did manage to sit down and write this our real quick. I am unhappy with the last chapter but I find I do not have to time right now to go back and rewrite. But I will eventually. I hope you like this chapter sorry for the cliff hanger, I promise Mr. Strallen will be around shortly. Please let me know your thoughts until then Take is Easy and keep those Peaceful Easy Feelings.