‘Sir is not in the best of the behaviours. Beware,’ Beatrice lifts a little and mutters in my ear. This means that he must be angry, with us or our performance or simply our mistake. ‘We will be Miss McNaughton.’ I whisper in her ears and we pass at the front door. Bailey has grabbed my hand so tight, blood could hardly be seen. She sighs, ‘Moment of truth,’ She is perhaps happier than I am. She opens the door, and there he is. Mister Cooper is sat on the lounging chair; Priscilla is just behind him stroking his hair.