Deciding that Hilly was most needed to keep cooking, Pansy left Polly with Wicksy and went to the door herself. When she opened it, she looked at Cass for a moment without speaking. The somber expression on his face told her enough because she knew him so well, but the lack of smile in his eyes screamed volumes.
She reached out and took his hand, gently pulling him into the house and closing the door after. The nearerst rooms were the library and the drawing room, and the drawing room was far too cold a setting.
The library, it was.
'Tea, please, Hilly!' Pansy called as she pulled Cass along.
Settling him on the sofa, she curled up beside him, looking at him anxiously. 'Spill, darling,' she said gently as she patted his cheek.