"Mr. Crane!" she said, she gave him a smile. When Rose had last seen him, she had been a real child, with reddish-brown braids and children's clothes. Now she was a young woman - or at least she dressed like one - though in truth, with her fifteen years she was barely more than a child still. "I was glad to hear you returned. You must call soon. Father will be delighted." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, but someone said he saw Simon go... you help Simon last night... Is he here?"