Lady Margery turned toward the hallway door.
"Simmons!" she called out sharply.
The double doors opened instantly. Mr. Simmons stepped inside. He looked entirely unruffled, his face a mask of professional calmness, as if he hadn't just been standing on the other side listening to his master shout.
He bowed low. "Yes, my lady?"
Margery gestured her hand toward Delaney. "Please show Madame Coeur to her room. She will be staying in the Blue Guest Suite. It is in the West Wing. It has the best light for reading, and I suspect she has a lot of reading to do."
Simmons turned to Delaney. His expression was polite, professional, and completely blank. He extended his arm in a graceful gesture toward the door.
"This way, Madame Coeur," he said.
