A/N—Ok, I am forcing another chapter on you! Please review!! Please! It will make my day! Sorry if the last chapter was a bit short, I am going to attempt to make this one longer. K bye-bye
Hannah Holmes
The following day, Holmes and I took a long walk in Regents Park. It was a gloriously hot day, and I had persuaded Holmes to emerge from his smoke-filled room and accompany me. Though he had grumbled and complained at first, the lovely atmosphere had succeeded (though completely against his will) in brightening his mood.
We talked on a number of subjects as we walked. Finally the subject turned to that of my sister's visit.
"Well Holmes, I was hoping that you would accompany us on a few visits around London. I know that my sister would be interested in you, and I know you will like her," I talked over Holmes's protests, "I know you will like her, whatever you think of women."
We argued, quite amiably on this subject for some time, until we found ourselves back at our lodgings in Baker Street.
Just as we had settled down in our chairs, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in, Mrs Hudson." Called Holmes
In she bustled, carrying a huge tray, laden with cakes and tea. After placing the huge mound precariously on the small table by my armchair, she drew out three or four envelopes from her apron pocket.
"Here's the afternoon post, Mr Holmes."
He indicated for her to put it on the table.
"Thank you Mrs Hudson." I said to her retreating back. Holmes then stood up and went to examine the post.
"Bills, bills, -Ah Watson, I believe this one's for you." He threw the letter over to me, then picked up the others and fixed them to the mantelpiece as was his wont.
Holmes sat down again, and drew his long thin legs up to his chest. "So Watson, what does your sister have to say?"
"Only that she will arrive by the 11 o'clock train at Victoria station this Saturday."
Holmes nodded, then turned his attention to filling his pipe with his noxious shag tobacco.
"I trust," I said, looking over at him, "that you will be accompanying me to meet her from the station?"
Holmes looked slightly irritated.
"Well, it doesn't look like you're going to let me do anything else."
"That's quite right Holmes."
"Hmm."
Then he went back to filling his pipe, and didn't talk to me for the rest of the night. I knew that I had beaten him.
Saturday came quickly, and it felt like hardly any time had passed before Holmes and I were waiting on the platform of Victoria station. I craned my neck, looking over the mass of people for a glimpse of my sister. Finally I spotted her.
"Sophia, I'm over here." I called, waving frantically.
She spotted me immediately, and ran over, her face lighting up into a radiant smile. I pulled her into a hug.
"John, how well you look!" she said, finally pulling away.
"You too, Sophia."
My sister was looking particularly beautiful. She had long black hair, and clear blue eyes, which betrayed her emotions. She was wearing a simple red dress and travelling cloak.
She turned her attention to Holmes.
"You must be Mr Holmes," She said, shaking his hand. "I have heard of your remarkable powers Mr Holmes, you are famous on the Continent as well."
"Whatever you have heard, it is probably a gross exaggeration." Holmes replied modestly.
As we walked out of the station, Holmes and Sophia talked. To begin with, Holmes seemed reluctant to be dragged into a long conversation, but after a few minutes in the hansom cab, they were discussing the work Kant, and his systematic synthesis. The discussion did not stop there, all the way to Baker street they argued good-naturedly on the merits of different philosophers.
Once inside our house though, Holmes broke away to go and ask Mrs Hudson for a late breakfast (my sister had not eaten yet)
"So John," she said, as we sat down. "Will you come with me to my hotel later on? I told them that I would be arriving after midday."
"Of course." I replied.
Holmes then walked in, Mrs Hudson following him closely, balancing numerous plates and cups on her arms. Holmes was carrying a pot of tea and another one of coffee.
Mrs Hudson had made a huge effort with all this food. She never got a chance to when cooking for Holmes, who never ate very much, if he ate anything at all.
As I walked her to her hotel, she told me stories of her visit to Romania. They were so interesting, I was unwilling to leave her when we reached Marble Arch. We agreed that I would meet her at her hotel tomorrow morning at ten o'clock.
"Will your friend Mr Holmes be joining us again?"
"I don't know Sophia, no one apart from Holmes knows what he is going to do. Why, would you lie him to?"
To my surprise, my sister blushed.
"He seems very nice."