In the guest room of the Mitchell estate, Catherine paced restlessly between the window and the door, unable to sit still for a moment.
"Alright now," Anna, originally reading a letter, could no longer continue due to the disturbance, pulled her sister back onto the bed, "Sit quietly for a little while."
Lady Navarre was so angry that she had insomnia all night, fervently complaining, "He didn't say a word, gave no explanation, just left two ladies behind and went off, making us wait all night long! And he's still not back! How rude! Uncouth! Barbarian!"
Anna held the letter in her hand, her expression somewhat sorrowful, "He must have had something very important to deal with."
...
There was no need for Winters to defend himself; the misunderstanding was already cleared up.
Actually, there wasn't much of a misunderstanding to speak of, as there were neither private feelings nor a tendency to develop a romantic relationship between Winters and Scarlett.
