She wasn't sure what she had been expecting from the man she was waiting for, although she supposed since he was Endy's friend she shouldn't have been shocked that he was relatively young - and rather tall. He was also more boyish than anticipated. More jovial -she had imagined a grizzeled veteran, some Alan Quartermaine-esq hunter, but he wasn't. He had smile lines around his eyes, and those curls. Well she could just imagine how popular those curls might make him with the ladies.

'I am very glad to hear it!' she beamed, 'Full disclosure, what has Enfymion told you of my interests?' she asked gently, looking daintily over the top of her coffee cup at him. Her alter ego, Mister Whitlock Evergrim was a secret known only to her family, information she shared when she had to. It was partly from a fear that her original novels would not be taken seriously if they knew she was a woman and also the anxiety that it would be greeted with derision or critical censure.

[b]'I mean to write something on this, it won't be about you per se - creative rather than biographical.' she hoped the news wouldn't put him off. 'if it's changed your mind Mister Lissington then I would entirely understand.'

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