Ingram turned, his face in shadow, so that she could not see the look on his face as he replaced the candelabra.<br/>"Very well M'Lady, the choices are always yours."<br/>He gave a small bow before opening the door wider to allow, the same young woman, who had been sitting with her, walk past him and into the room.<br/>"Ursa, your maid, will see to your needs."<br/>He waited, with the door ajar, for Ursa to find a place on the table for the tray of food and drink and lift a candle to begin relighting those doused, then left them in semi darkness.