Lady Mason tutted and then sat back down. She picked up a small, cedar box, opened it, and smelled the contents within. It was a potpourri of roses and cinnamon. She took a deep breath of the aroma and set the box back down on the top of her desk. Then she turned sharply on the young girl.<br/><br/>"Is it because you fancy my husband? Too distracted by him to do your duties. Is that it?" She said in a quiet yet harsh voice. "Or..." She changed her voice to one more of mystery, "do you fancy his guests?"