The young man made no response. His eyes pealed to the ground and his lips tighter. Frederick was a young man of great respect, just as his father. 'He will take after his father', people would say.' And one day, he will do us proud'. Indeed, Frederick the only lawyer that the people of Howethwaite could ever trust and was also equally respected as his father, Mr Dines.
'Do you hear what I say?', Mr Dines burst.
'Yes father,' Frederick replied calmly. His hands were now in his pockets and his face whiter than ever. The pink in his cheeks was no longer to be seen. The thought of enemies made him feel rather ill.
The conversation regarding the Will went on for an hour and two, as did the long walk through the woods.
' Mr LongHutton called for you sir,' Alice curtseyed as she spoke. Her fiery red hair elaborated on her deep brown eyes, whilst her plump face portrayed the true beauty of her cherry cheeks and strawberry lips. She wore a white and blue dress. But as she was only a young one, she was not yet expected to wear a maid hat. In which in her opinion, was a great disadvantage.
Frederick stood at the window, resting his right arm on the window sill and gazing admirably at the oak tree as it swayed so gently to the winds notion.
‘Very well,’ and with that, Alice left just as quietly as she had entered.
Mr LongHutton was a doctor. He lived fifteen minutes away from Frederick but he inherited a stubborn character from both parents. He was no older than Frederick and but certainly less wise. Since his rise as a private doctor, Mr LongHutton seemed to have thrown himself onto the clouds. A character not to Frederick’s liking,
The wind blew through the window and the papers that were sitting so neatly on the shiny black table were now covering the varnished brown floor. Frederick took no notice. His gaze fell was still resting on the oak tree that had now become stationary. He began thinking of what his father had said earlier, until.
‘Oh my Lord, I thought you were dead my dear, Frederick,’ Mr LongHotton shouted. Indeed, it were clear that even the humor of Mr LongHutton was not exactly the most appealing in the best of manner. Frederick pulled himself away from the windowsill and with great difficulty, held up a smile.
***End of Chapter One***