Makepeace smiled, tired but pleased that he had come to the right place. "Miss Louisa Beeton, at last!" He said, "I was terribly worried that you had given up on me." He turned to the driver briefly then, paying the man and then dragging his trunk a little closer to the door. "Forgive me lateness, but the storm held us longer than we had estimated." He explained, "But I assure you your tea is safe and sound. And I, for one, would very much like a cup, if I may impose on you?"