Lord Morgan Ambrose in the meantime was seated within the study warming up by the fireplace a cup of tea upon a nearby table along with dozens of letters, some unfinished and with a wax seal ready to be used. He smiled reading them over one by one with his eyes looking over some of the well wishers, those who wanted to touch base and some of the ladies glowing about the time spent here and their new lives with their owners now. Occasionally he did get letters from those he had sold. He stood up after reading another of his nieces's letters as he was expecting her to return for Christmas and he always did look forward to when she was here. Ever since her parents unfortunate end he had taken care of her though she paid much attention to Cyril. Still it would be good to see her return from her studies. He would take a seat at the table beginning to write the letters and Christmas card invitations for them.