Since Mr. Roberts was keeping an eye on Pip, Mr. Friaser was doing the butler job along with being the valet.  He came to the door and opened it.  "Good day, Ma'am.  I am guess yu are 'ere tae see the Earl."  He moved to the side and let her in and gave Mr. Roberts a nod of his head letting his friend know that she was safe inside.

" 'e's at the painting in the main room, ma'am.  Just come this way."  He led the way.  At the doorway, Douglas could be seen with a large canvas that he was working on of Tristan.  He had nearly got it done but had a few details still to get touched on.  Currently, Douglas was not wearing a jacket nor vest.  He just had on a loose white (well not totally white thanks to painting splashes there and here) shirt that hang down around his thighs over his tan slacks.  He was also barefooted as he had not expected company.

"Mi'lord, Miss Phillippa to see yu."  Mr. Fraiser stated.

Douglas looked over.  He stood up a bit distracted as his mind was still on the way Tristan's hands were held there on a book.