My Notorious Gentleman's

#48

Peace.

Grace's favorite time of the day is a few in the early morning, before the hustle and bustle of life begins to tease the day.

When the new day is still pure.

Saru hour was full of tranquility before the small infatuation occurred. While sitting on her window bench, the world for Grace felt so peaceful.

Mrs. Flynn was preparing breakfast, the delicious aroma of muffins being roasted and fried bacon was pouring out in the air.

Papa is doing the morning walk. Every morning the pastor would go to the crowd center in the village to pick up the morning newspaper.

While Grace herself, she had just finished reading the Bible and was sipping her first tea for the day accompanied by her cat curled up next to her, the cat's paw fell on her chest and her tail swayed - swaying to enjoy her company with Grace.

Grace looked happily at the trees covered in morning mist, her heart filled with satisfaction knowing that Lord Trevor had already returned to Grange.

The presence of the man around her made her feel happy. It was as if he could feel that man out there.

Of course, Grace had absolutely no plans to break through the man's privacy.

It could be said that Lord Trevor left by sneaking back to Thistleton, probably to avoid the attention of everyone in this village. After Calpurnia's arrival yesterday, Grace couldn't blame her.

But last night Grace heard Lord Trevor's horse-drawn carriage passing through the village streets, as she could no longer sleep soundly since the man's departure.

As soon as the noise woke her up, Grace believed the man had arrived by looking at the light of the train's lights that led to Grange, and after seeing it, she could no longer sleep.

After all, Grace had no intention of bothering Lord Trevor. There must be a lot that the man has been through. He needed a wife, and if they wanted to make a relationship as friends, he would come alone to Grace when she was ready. Until then, Grace had felt enough to not tease the man.

Unfortunately unbeknownst to Grace, the Nelcott twins completely disagree with Grace's thoughts.

A faint whisper was heard from behind a row of large trees surrounding Grange.

"Giant."

"Ogres."

"Giant!"

"Ogres! Maybe a troll too. It's hard to guess from here."

"That's not important, is it? The point is he's taken our castle. We have to get rid of it!"

"How's it?" sue Kenny.

"I know," murmured Denny. He is forty minutes older than his twin, usually the child who becomes the leader among them.

"We have to look at it from a closer distance. Come on."

The nine-year-old boy sneaks in to investigate the brave stranger - how dare he give Grange and therefore get them both knocked out of what has been their playground, their escape from the world.

Of course, they were not allowed to get close - close to the old house, because an old, fragile building could collapse at any time, he said, not to mention the ghost of a milkmaid who once hanged himself in his cage several hundred years ago.

Ah, but the rule is only for other children, not for Nelcott twins, as far as they care.

Their father is gone, and they will not let anyone organize what they can and cannot do, except sometimes their Sunday school teacher, Miss Grace.

But that was only because miss Grace often gave them cinnamon biscuits and never raised a voice to them, and also when Danny's knee was badly injured, she said, Miss Grace did not tell a single person in this village how much back then Danny cried like their little sister Bitsy.