"A gentleman! Please go tell Lord Whitley at once. Girls. go to your at once! Now move!" Lady Whitley shooed the girls off to their thru the back way so they would not get a chance to see who was the visitor was.<br/><br/>The younger pair ran off full of giggles about who it might be while the elder daughter walked slowly and gracefully yet in a mild defiant way. She paused to closed the door and to see if she could see the who the person was.<br/><br/>Lord Whitley came quickly to see who was there. He saw the young man at the door. He went up to him and spoke to him in a firm voice.<br/><br/>"How may I assist you, young man? My wife is not available at the moment nor have my daughters been brought out yet." Lord Whitley held out his hand to shake with the young man.<br/><br/>Lady Whitley hurried over to lock the door where her eldest daughter had paused. She then rang a bell for a maid to put away the materials then went to sit down as if she was only doing embroidery by herself.<br/><br/>The eldest had found that if she went to the servants stairway, she could see who was out in the foyer near the door. She waited on the stairs where she could see but yet not be seen clearly by those below her. She listened to the conversation of her father and the young man.