Augustus looked up to see none other than the very same Morag MacDougal with whom he'd corresponded earlier. He closed his journal without looking down and motioned for her to come in, "No, not at all. Please, come in."
He stood up, a show of respect he offered those of the appropriate class, indiscriminate of their age. "It is an unexpected pleasure." Not wholly unexpected, though more sudden than he had predicted. She was ambitious, understood their world and wanted to keep the order. In addition, she had discretion, a necessity.