”“We’ve never actually talked. Truthfully, I was afraid to approach you. The first time I saw you, you were already entering the woods as I was ...arking my car. You must have had a good 10 minute start and I couldn’t catch up with you, no matter how hard I tried. I had made up my mind to speak, if I caught up to you ... The second time I saw you, I wanted to approach you, but the situation was a bit awkward so I watched you secretly from afar.”“Awkward? Why is that?” I asked, intrigued by that. His wife had escorted her father to London a bare two days after Jarvis had arrived back at Braxton Hall. The lady, it appeared, spent as few days as she could at her new home, favouring her former home of Hungerford House, or her father's town house in London.As for incidents while at Lincoln; well I suppose the best was the return of Frederick Bywaters to the battalion. He had come close to dying of camp fever, and it was only due to the skill of the nuns who nursed him, and to his own. She fit the de***********ion exactly. "May I help you?" she asked. "I just flew in from the States and I'm looking for some gold jewelry," Rachel said with her best American accent. "May I see what you have in that case?" "We have some lovely gold bracelets, which one can I show you?" Rachel took off her hat and dark glasses and let her long blond hair cascade down as she pointed to one of the more expensive pieces in the case. The two women's eyes met and Rachel noticed a smile from the dark. Laura sighed with the affirmation of Susan's word she was there for her.They drove to the Bistro as Becky told them of her day at work. There was no mention or hint of what Susan and Julie had done all day much to the relief of Laura.The bistro was a quaint little place tucked inside a strip mall at the edge of town. There was seating for about twenty-five people but it was rarely if ever filled to capacity. The décor was touristy French with pictures of the Eiffel tower, berets, and French.