It is much larger than I had expected and filled with unique and strange items his Father had collected. William says he was a ship’s captain and met many exceptional people from all around the world. You can see the pride William has for him.
We took a quick tour of the rooms together so that I may get my bearings. I still have not been able to see the house from the outside or any of the grounds. The storm has not let up and William refuses to let me out in it. He is afraid it would not be good on my health.
He looked at the mark on my cheek again this morning, just as soon as I came downstairs. He asked what had happened and I had no answer for him. I suppose I could have made something up - told him I hit me cheek during the ride here or something - but what good would that do? He is a doctor and would know the difference between a bruise and a burn.
William says it may leave a pale mark on my skin when it heals but nothing extremely noticeable. He just kissed it lightly and changed the subject. No doubt, he probably thinks I burnt it while trying to iron my hair or some other girlish vanity.
Mr. Clayton, the poor man, is feeling a bit down. The cold and wet drive here was not kind to him. William has made him comfortable in one of the lower rooms and he will be staying with us until William leaves.
Until then, I am looking forward to spending time with William. He doesn’t talk about his departure or the war for my sake. I do know that he will be joining a group of volunteer infantrymen in Credo.
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