Mr Cockley smiled to Helena and bowed his head slightly reaching up to take his hat away, his hair although neatly combed and proper was a clear sign of his aging.  It was indeed strange that Mr Cockley should be so lucky as to be doing so well for himself.   As Helena would likely know pay usually decreased with age and very few positions remained open to those growing old in service.<br/><br/><em>"Thank ya Miss for listening an chatin wit me, twas a pleasure to meet lady such as yerself few are kind ta the likes of an old man like me self.  I let you get on with yer work, I bes be gettin back to the horses now anyway better for tha cupa an broth in me. Tis an awful chill in tha lundun air tonight." </em><br/><br/>Mr Cockley excused himself awkwardly as he made his best to try avoid the hustle in the room and avoid being in anyones way, finally he made his way off and out back on his way to the Ashwin coach.<br/><br/>When Mr Cockley returned to the horses he shivered at the chill in the air and the thickness as his ragged breath as it clustered in wisps in the air,  he sighed slightly at the realization that his horses seamed to have been spooked by something also.  Her glanced around nervously for any sign of what might be unsettling them but could see nothing, perhaps it was the chill air.  He moved to the front of the coach and gently patted each of the horses in turn in attempt to calm it, offering each a pilfered sugar cube from the Ashwin kitchens.  "Eh wha's got ya all spooked boys, jus talk nonsense daft buggers they are belivin in such stuff.  We knows better don't we, calm now..be home soon an warm eh."<br/><br/>Mr Cockley's words where more for himself than the horses but he did not realize this of course, he wanted not to believe in such things but deep down could not help but wonder and feel such thoughts filling his head.  It was with a gasp and a clutch of his heart in sheer terror and shock then as he turned to return to the drivers position, as his eyes drifted back over the house the paranoia and fear mounting within him conjured images and shadows in the corners of his vision.   He swore something moved within one of the upper windows of the house, something dark and dreadful he panicked and fumbled with his hat as it fell from him and quickly he climbed up on to the coach and fumbled for his whiskey flask.   "Jus..jus..yer mind playin tricks..nuthin there."<br/><br/>Mr Cockley did not dare look back at the house for the rest of the evening.