The rest of the meal passed uneventfully with the typical, polite conversation that filled such events. After Sir Jonas had retired for the evening Sir Philip and Wylyam remained in their seats talking for a time. Eventually a servant approached and requested Philip follow him, to which Philip did as requested. Wil knew he was off to meet with Sir Jonas without him, as was expected.<br/><br/>Now that he was officially alone that meant that Wil was ‘off’ for the evening. Any reasonable young man in his position would have gone to bed for some much needed rest. That was not Wil’s plan, however.<br/><br/>By that time most had left the hall and the tables were being cleared. A few guests hovered around the hearth while others talked in hushed tones in one the room’s many shadows. Wil left them all behind, navigating his way towards the spiral stair that led to the Saville’s family quarters. There he decided to study the intricate tapestries as he waited for a certain young woman to pass by. He traced his finger across the delicately appointed works which elegantly told the story of the Saville clan. As he studied it he also listened carefully for Elisabeth’s voice.<br/><br/>If he did hear it and she appeared to be heading this way, then Wil would casually say hello.