Lord McMillan still seemed much less than happy with the place and situation he found his eldest daughter in. The Earl felt upset with himself as well. He had spent so long seeing Katrina as a little girl that it was now difficult to look at her as a young woman. A very good looking young woman, he had to admit.<br/><br/>The man sighed as he remembered how much she resembled her mother. Even the love and care she had for little Emily reminded him of his Marianne. With another sigh, the Earl knocked on his daughter's door.<br/><br/>It was a very long conversation. There were rough moments, rough words exchanged, but at some point, the weaker part of the match had to cave and do as she was told.<br/><br/>Miss McMillan wouldn't be seen for the rest of the day. One of the servants was ordered to take her meal upstairs, and the girl spent the rest of the night invisible and - more uncommon - silent.<br/><br/>The young lady would only emerge from her room in the next morning. Dressed properly already - in a black dress which covered everything except face and hands - and with two books in hand, she went into the classroom right after breakfast. Emily had been sent to the library to do her math, so her sister's lessons would not be disturbed.<br/><br/>With a bitter expression that made clear she was in the worst possible mood, she nodded to the tutor. "Good morning, Sir". The books would be literally slammed at the table, one after the other. "Here is your book on business. I should not worry about such matters", she stated. "And this one is one Father would like to see used as the foundation for my education", she murmured, pointing the title<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"The proper lady"</span></span>on the cover of a somewhat worn book. "And I let you now I shall wear black for as long as these horrible classes last. I hope it does not bother you, sir."