The next day in Lockwood.
"My lady. Mrs. Collins is here," a maid informed Priscilla.
"Send her away," Priscilla quickly replied, not in the mood to deal with Rose. It was already hard enough to kick her son out of her house. If Edmund would be quicker with packing his things, she would not have had to deal with Rose now.
"Don't you dare," Edmund spoke up, approaching the table where Priscilla sat with a glass of wine in her hand already. "You don't drink. What is happening to you?"
"I do now," Priscilla replied, looking at the remaining wine in her glass. "I should have started the day we married so I might have put up with you better. It is quite calming," she smiled, holding the glass up to him.
Edmund couldn't understand what was happening to Priscilla. Since she returned from Edgar's home, she was acting like a different person. "Bring my mother in," he told the maid.
