A butler opened the door, within sight of the door at least five works of art each worth more than a Dunkirk class battleship hung inside to entrance hall.
Sir William was standing with his two children waiting patiently. "Ah he is here as I said he would be."
George who looks almost exactly like Winston Churchill was rather dis-interested. "I will be sending a message to Helga if you would excuse me." He lit up a third cigar as he left. "Well shall we go up to meet him Juliet?" William said to his daughter. "Well he's is BAF..." She said looking at Robson with fixated eyes. "Yes like I said, now it's good to speak to him is it not?" "Um... yes Father..." She stuttered moving slightly closer to the Ensign.
She smiled at him.