The next morning, Gabriel sipped the morning black tea alone in his room when Albus knocked on the door.
"May I come inside, Master?" he asked.
"Yes," Gabriel replied and lowered the cup of the black tea on the saucer.
Albus bowed to Gabriel before speaking. "Last night Mrs. Conley had called. She wished to speak to her daughter, Miss Amelie," he informed Gabriel. "Rest assured, I have had instructed the servants earlier. However, this morning again Mrs. Conley called, saying it's important."
"Shouldn't she be coming here begging me to let her see Amelie?" The frown on Gabriel's face was a clear with of displeasure.
Albus lowered his eyes, not responding.
"Don't be bothered about such petty matters," Gabriel told him.
"Sure, Master." He turned around to leave and walked out of the door simply.
