She's single too? Here he was being interrogated by this beauty from the South Seas, and Norman was struggling desperately to remain professional. Look at her, peeking alluringly from out behind her fan. It was the sort of stuff to fuel a thousand fantasies. It's not like he stood a chance with her. A village rector's daughter maybe, but this woman?

"I probably haven't met her. You know that special person, the one romantic types write poems about." He pushed a copy towards her, trying to keep it professional "If you'd like to review the information for correctness and sign in the appropriate places, Miss."

Norman noted the vibrant colours of the design on her fan. Probably another gift from the Orient.