There was a clacking of horseshoes on the cobbled driveway. Mrs Anderty looked up and stopped wiping dry the dishes. As soon as they had ran, Mrs Anderty had gotten Belle to do the dishes straightaway, then cook lunch, then dry the dishes with her.
"Shh! The mistress is here! We have to greet her at the door. She could well be at any door, so we'll have to check all of them."
Belle nodded, her mouth dry. What would Madame Diana Le Testhmus look like? Another mute girl like her?
"Quick, get to the front and side door and I'll go back and West door."