"Very well then," said Mrs. Phellipe. "I will get on with informing him about that. But if you truly wanted a peek at the sun, the view outside your window is quite enchanting."
"Mm-mm." Louisa shot her a tightlipped smile, nodding as well. "I expected you would say that. But no thanks."
The older woman, stifling a giggle, merely turned her pudgy self in the direction of the doorway. "Oh. Lest I forget…"
Louisa puckered her lips and said, "What are you forgetting, Mrs. Phellipe? Are you going to bring up my need to have breakfast first before the stroll?"
"Well… That is a valid talk to bring up to Mr. Blenntmort's notice. However, that is far from what I wanted to say. Gibson sends his regards. For your health, that is. He says he would like to chat with you sometime."
"Oh. He did?"
"For no other reason but cheer sympathy, he did."
"Then send him my love as well…"
"Your love?"
