Much of his sanity had returned in the duration of his stay about London. His daughter's eyes seemed to fade from his memory ever so slightly, so that sleep came upon him easier at night. In addition, he receieved a letter from Mrs. Davis that explained that Mrs. Schelling had passed of a heart attack of the sort-nothing to do with the child.
Lord Moorehouse laughed; his ridiculousness had ruled him for what seemed too long. His own child, a harmless little girl, frightening him out of his wits! So after several months of stay in his London home, he made a return for Moorehouse Hall; though beside him in the carriage sat a young bride.
The Lord of Moorehouse Hall could not say that he in fact loved the young Miss. Willingham, who had now consquently become the second Lady Moorehouse. He could admit her prettiness in manner and appearance and the wealth and lineage from which she descended was certainly admirable, and he felt something of a content that he had for having her at his side.
Together they would travel out to the country to linger at his estate, before the new Lady Moorehouse only a week upon her arrival would turn about and visit her sister for a fortnight. To her husband, it seemed peculiar that she would have a departure planned so soon, but she declared it of the utmost importance; her sister was due with a child and it was of supreme significance that she was there.
So, in quiet, they turned off the road and up the winding slope of Moorehouse Hall, a sheperd guiding white sheep across it's emerald knolls. The great abbey's towers soon rose above the scenery in their valiant, frightening fashion. The nobility of the spectacular place was dashed with a melancholy air that made even Lord Moorehouse shudder, remembering the sleepless nights haunted by his daughter's wicked eyes and terrible silence....Determined, he tightened his jaw; such foolishness would not get at him again, certainly not with his wife at his side and in his home of all places! The demons in Lilith's strange character were only of his imagination, and would only be disregarded this time.
Of this he was certain.