Pool had said a proper good night to Mary, after they had apologized for their altercation, and had gone to bed, just as he had said. ?But Mary¡ Had not been so diligent in keeping her promise, after saying good night to the Butler, and making certain that he had indeed, gone to bed, and that all counters, tables, and other odds and ends were cleaned, she had carefully tiptoed across the carpet, to the door of the master bedroom. Once there, she had stood close to the door, with her ear as close as she could get it, but still far enough away that she could make a quick exit if it sounded as if the door would be opened. ?At least, she hoped, that she could make a quick exit, better still, she hoped that she would not be discovered listening there at the door; she knew that it was wrong, that Pool would never approve, or understand, so she decided that it was better that he be completely left out of her private mission. But she had to know what was going on, not just so they would know what to do, but she had¡ To protect Henry, she could not let him be hurt, not by anyone. ?Pool was such a proper man, but Mary thought him to be¡ Rather ancient in his thinking, he was devoted enough to the doctor, a wonderful Butler, a very proper servant indeed, but he never seemed to want to think outside the box, at least in her opinion. ?He is always so cautious, she thought to herself as she stood there, listening at the door. The problem with that is¡ One never learns anything valuable that way. ?The doctor was speaking now, oh¡ How Mary loved to hear his pleasant, well educated voice, showing that properly informed, equally well educated mind. ?It did not matter to her that he was 50, while she¡ Was, almost 19 years of age, what is age but a mirror number, she asked herself as she listened on and on to him talking about¡ Wedding plans? she said to herself, They are ?not even discussing wedding plans, it's as if he is speaking with a colleague or somesuch.?it's all about¡ Alchemy. ?Poor Pool, he's going to feel so left out, and be so upset defined that the lady lied to him, but¡ Such is my duty to inform him, I suppose, she thought to herself, gradually becoming bored as she listened. ?A few more moments of listening at the door yielded little more than talk that was way above her head, who cares about the bloody ?alchemy she thought to herself. ?I do¡ Care about his voice, though, she reminded her self; how I love, to hear him talk. ?It was then that she caught some of the pauses within the conversation, and was able to hear just enough to discern that they were¡ Kissing! They are, bloody, kissing, she told herself, I could bear to hear no more, perhaps old pool is right. Perhaps it is getting late and time for bed after all. ?No matter, she murmured to herself as she turned and ran on tiptoe away from the door toward her room; there are always other ways to get what one truly wants, and loves; where there is a will, there is always away. ?I will¡ Get him, one way or another, I, will, get the doctor. She told this to herself as she ran, the problem was that right now, she was fresh out of ideas, and was sad at being thwarted. So,the only thing ?for her to do nowwas to ? ?run away to her room, silently sobbing, as she did exactly that.??
God loves you.
Kat