With bated breath, Miranda waited Berduill released. She nervously looked around and saw that all eyes were glued to him. Workers sawing oak, grooms - all keep an eye on a small group. Suddenly, she felt like a traitor. It is in no way to blame, Miranda told herself. She wanted to tell this to anyone who looked at her. Sir Norris knocked again. Finally the door opened, and appeared on the threshold is not the butler, and Lord John himself. Without his coat, he was a damn good in tight black breeches.