This day was not going well at all. First, Remington was late for his meeting down at trades office; then he got an ear full of distressing discourse about his father’s business matters here in Port Royal, not to mention the demeaning himself with the unpleasant business of asking for an advance on his allowance until the shipment of sugar arrived back in England’s port safe and sound.
Now he was kept waiting for almost a quarter of an hour for this woman. He glimpsed her up and down for a moment. It was obvious that was pretty and that she was exactly how the bartender at the inn described her, yet – her manner was blunt and somewhat rude for her character. Perhaps this was part of the act, he thought to himself. He did request ‘a certain type’ of woman and by the look of things he got what he came for.
“I knocked upon the door, yet your maid servant must be out. It is very bad taste to keep me waiting.” He watched as the woman in the pale blue mantua quickly rushed by him and tried the door. He watched her try the latch then, turned her body against the door to hide her struggling. “It sometimes sticks, I shall try again.” Within seconds the woman opened the large wooden door. “Do come in…” Her tone now was much more pleasurable.