The midwife was not pleased at all. That girl was stubborn as a mule, she thought to herself. One more time, she regretted taking the girl as her apprentice. Well, there wasn't much she could do about it now. All she had to do was wait for the girl to get married and then she would be off her hands. While that didn't happen, the midwife could only hope the girl wouldn't cause any problems in the manor.<br/><br/>After tidying up the clinic and placing a note on the door, the midwife closed it and called the girl to follow her. It was obvious that she would not be able to keep up with a young person's pace, but the woman did try. As she was left behind, the midwife still called out for Jocelyn, asking her to slow down, and in noticing she had no intention of doing so, asking her to at least not get in trouble.<br/><br/>The old manor seemed old, but it was evident that it had received some care before the new owner moved in there. It had been freshly painted in a light gray, and the lawns were well taken care of. A few rose bushes could be seen as well, but there were no flowers yet.<br/><br/>When she knocked on the door, Jocelyn could hear her knocks echoing inside. For a long moment, no sound other than that was heard. Only after two minutes or so could she hear the sound of footsteps. The door was unlocked and opened. An elderly gentleman, well dressed and standing on a straight and elegant posture, stood there, looking at the girl with a surprised expression. "Good morning, Miss", he greeted, politely, "how may I be of assistance?"