Gwen plucked the other clothings from the line and heaved them into the basket, then supporting the weight with her hips, she entered the house.
Mrs. Grace was waiting for her. "Mrs. Grace?" She gasped, startled. "Why are you in the kitchen?"
The older woman was smiling. "Your father is calling for you." She collected the basket. "Go to him. He is in the Marble Room."
The Marble Room? "Is it something of great concern?"
"I should think not. Rather something of great joy."
Her eyebrows hitched. "Would you be kind enough to share?"
Mrs. Grace dropped the basket by the door. "A rider came in earlier, asking for your father, and asking for you." She took Gwen's hands, her eyes twinkling. "I believe it is your admirer. It seems he has finally come to reveal himself."
