Douglas had his valet come in from his London house, as he was enjoying the time in Whitby painting and sketching.  He was even thinking about doing a few busts, so had decided he didn't want to waste time with his clothing.  The relaxing time here was worth it.  It was an escape from London until he went back to Scotland. 

The clothing he had requested was not his finest but it was what he would wear to go out to visit with those he respected and want to look nice for.  He had thought about one of his kilts but had decided to go with a gray suit and his vest a muted pattern of his family plaid and matching tie.  The shirt of course was pure white and his dress shoes were black.

He arrived just a few minutes early, as he had not been sure how long it would take him to get there.  He reached up to ring the bell.  Looking around at the man's house, he waited.