Beth found herself delighted that he had heard of her, and from such well-respected company indeed. A pity he had missed that night as she had been on fine form, but never the less he seemed a little hesitant. No doubt a man trying to reconcile his belief in the corporal world with a desire to know of the spiritual.
She shivered, suddenly a little cold in his presence, although she couldn’t think why. With the drapes pulled and candles lit in almost every corner and the subtle, windless summer heat the room was sweltering and yet around Lord Edgar there was a distinctly icy edge.
“Do you feel a chill?” She asked, glancing around to see if someone had opened a window near them but nothing seemed disturbed. “No? No. I suppose it’s simply me. I would be delighted to do a private reading for you, Lord Edgar.” She reached into her purse, pulling out a slim card which she pressed into his palm. “If you should ever wish to call upon me.”