The first thing on his mind since he saw her at the door was if she came looking for him. His mood has been sour his the early of the morning.
The reason for his foul mood was quite obvious.
Except that nobody thought he was emotionally attached to his First man and just assume he was upset about something else.
She just stood there with a confused expression on her face. Her eyes were wide and large as she looked from the painter to him.
Her hair was down, brushed until there was a pretty sheen to it when it caught the light. And she was wearing one of the green dresses he gave her - probably because she had already worn out all her drab and dreary dresses.
Even he felt that the painter was exaggerating, but there was no point telling the enthusiastic man that.
He had been sitting on the same chair since he finished breakfast and he ached to get up and move around for a little bit.
But Maximus would never have any of that.
