Miss McMillan was almost as nervous as Mister Ray. The girl could foresee a lot of problems for both herself and the tutor after getting caught in that place and in the garments she currently wore. The young woman did not even look back before running upstairs and locking herself in her room. The girl had a feeling that she would have to unlock the door very soon, yet she tried to win herself some time.<br/><br/>Downstairs, Lord McMillan stared for a long moment at the tutor. His expression made clear he wasn't happy at all. "Well, Mister Ray", he started, somewhat dry, "I believe you were continuing my daughter's education?". His voice now made it hard to define his emotions. "I would like you to take more time to the eldest one, since I intend to find her a suitor<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">very soon</span></span>. Good day, Mister Ray. I shall now talk to my daughters."