Her eyes fixated on the grand entryway of the house, she missed his own gaze over her form. Edith was entirely too dominated in feeling of fear for the creaking wood of that house, despite its gothic beauty. She could still hear the piano music faint as a leaf on the wind a mile away.
"Yes... yes of course," she had the urge to take off her ring and throw it away as a penance to the memory of his mother. "Let's...get going."