Dylan serenely ate his dinner.

Suddenly Lizha approached the table and placed a small piece of paper on the table.

Dylan stopped his meal and looked at the paper on the table.

He turned and saw Lizha walk away. Then, he took the paper and turned it over.

Ten minutes after dinner, come to my bedchamber. Use the bridge. Archie.

Dylan lifted his head and looked at Archie, still holding the paper.

Archie was serene still eating.

Dylan frowned, trying to understand why Archie had sent him that paper instead of talking to him at that moment.

Dylan took the paper and tucked it into one of the sleeves of his dress.

He went back to eating while he was all thoughtful.

What does he want with me? Does he want to do that? Of course not… I broke the last batch of those he used for it, Dylan thought, bringing a glass of water to his mouth.

He probably wants to discuss something about the trip with me... but couldn't he discuss it here? He questioned himself, putting the glass of water down on the table.

Archie suddenly took his napkin from around his neck and placedd it on the table.

He stood up, as he looked up, his and Dylan's eyes met.

Archie looked away and started walking somewhere.

Dylan continued to eat.

After five minutes he finished eating and looked around for Lizha.

He saw Lizha with the other servants and then got up.

He started to walk and Lizha went to meet him.

Both walked side by side with Lizha a step behind Dylan.

"Who gave you that paper?"

"It was Bentley."

"Bentley?"

"Your husband's personal escort."

"Ahm… the one you think is cute."

"Yes..."

Both finally left the main building of the Moncher mansion and headed towards the building reserved for female visitors.

"I don't know what that man wants... you read that paper, didn't you?"

"I didn't..."