Cynthia's POV
His words were so strange that my heart beat wildly until I got out of the car. His expression was ready, and he opened the door for me in the most gentlemanly manner. He handed the box to the maid Winnie had called to serve. "It belongs to Mrs. Madison," he said. "Don't let anyone else touch it."
The maid nodded and respectfully took the box and left. I had expected Arther to go over with me, because I saw a number of noble ladies were gawking at him from afar, and they were obviously talking about something, looking this way from time to time. But Arther didn't go over with, instead he stood in place propped up against the car door.
"I'm leaving." He suddenly said, standing still and looking at me, "I will come to pick you up at night, you do not wander, be good and wait
