Anne heard the knock and pulled her hands out of the warm water. Who could that be, knocking on their door while father was outside? She dried her hands and made her way to the door, but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a deep voice with a distinctly Scottish accent. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. That had to be one of the servants who had come to tell her she was fired.

Father had questioned her endlessly last night, but Anne had sworn nothing had happened. Now they had come to speak with her father, just when he had forgiven her this morning. Anne wanted to open the door to somehow stop the truth from coming out, but she didn't know how she could do that, and so she stood paralyzed instead and listened.