Turning his face in another direction, he gazed upon the magnificent castle, his eyes lingering for a moment on the third-floor master bedroom window.
Pocketing his binoculars, he started the car and left the small road.
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...
A dinner lasted from just after six until past nine o'clock.
Adam Walker, usually a man of few words, talked more during this meal than he had in many years.
If the servant hadn't come in to summon the Duchess to the phone, perhaps their conversation would have continued.
"I'm terribly sorry," the Duchess rose from her chair, "I... need to take a call."
Adam Walker smiled at her, "No worries, attend to your matters."
"Uh..." Her gaze swept over the steak on his plate that had gone cold, the Duchess waved at the servant, "Please bring the General a new plate."
"Yes!"
The servant complied and withdrew.
The Duchess then gave him a smile, "Don't eat the cold one, wait for the hot one to come, I... I'll be right back!"