“I’m afraid there’s a Lady Amelia Pembroke here to see you, my lord. She was most insistent.” “I trust you informed her that I was not receiving, and refused to let her in?” “Of course.” Coombs hesitated before continuing, “She said she would simply wait until you are receiving.” Benedict put down his pen. “Wait where, pray?” “Upon the front step, my lord. I’m afraid the lady brought...the lady brought...a book. She cannot be budged.”
