"Sorry Toby, couldn't be helped." Nate used his nickname for his younger sibling from childhood, partially out of habit, but also spite. "My luggage and most of my money was stolen when I got off the train today in Whitby. I've returned to talk to the magistrate on a legal matter, then I'm off back to Leeds. It's only for a day or so."

Nate stepped out of the hall and into the dining room. It was a strange recollection to know the history of every item in the room from the small landscape painting that had belonged to their mother, or the chair where their father use to sit to try and play the fiddle after a hard days labour. Yet Nate was not familiar with everything in the room.

"You must be the new Mrs Appleton." Nate addressed the unfamiliar lady at the table with his utmost charm. With her youthful looks and vibrant red hair, Nate was most confused how his brother had landed her for a catch. "My heartiest congratulations! I am Toby's - Tobias' brother, Nate."