Upon reaching the guest room, Winifred left Louisa alone to unpack her belongings. A few minues later, Robertson Ay entered with the two other suitcases.

"Thank you very much. You may set them down by the door." Louisa said.

"Yes, miss." Roberston Ay sat the suitcases at the door. "Will that be all, miss?"

"For the moment."

Roberston Ay bowed and left Louisa alone to finish unpacking. Jane stepped into the room, only seconds after Roberston Ay had left.

Louisa chuckled. "My goodness. I've forgotten how busy this house always is."

"Louisa, is it all right if I talk to you?" Jane asked.

"Certainly. Come in."

Jane stepped further into the room and peeked into the hallway, to be certain that no one was coming.

"Jane, would you mind helping me unpack?"

Jane nodded and closed the door. She then moved over to Louisa's bed, and began to help her unpack.

"Louisa...If you were searching for a suitor, what would he be like?"

"That's a rather personal question, Jane."

"I know. But Michael and I are incredibly worried about you. You seem very lonely."

Louisa smiled, and then shrugged her shoulders. "I've no idea what I would seek in a suitor. He would be handsome, certainly. Treat me fairly, of course. Above all, he would have to love me. "

"Would he need to be wealthy?" Jane asked.

"Yes, I suppose he would. No matter if I desire to marry for love, I certainly would not want to marry a man who would send us both to the poor house." Louisa said.

"Oh, this is terrible." Jane whispered.

"Is that all you wanted to ask, dear?"

"Yes. I've got to find Michael; Mother has been looking for him."

"But your mother was just-"

Before Louisa could finish her sentence, Jane had rushed out of the room. She shook her head, while chuckling lightly, and proceeded to finish unpacking her belongings.

Meanwhile, Michael slowly stepped into the kitchen where Roberston Ay was scrubbing the floors.

"Master Michael, please. I've just scrubbed that part of the floor." Roberston Ay's warning came too late, and Michael left a trail of muddy footprints on the kitchen floor.

"Sorry, Roberston Ay."

Roberston Ay sighed. "It's all right. I'll wash it again."

"Roberston Ay, may I ask you a question?"

Roberston Ay shrugged his shoulders and continued to scrub the floor. "If it's something worth answering, Master Michael."

"Do you like our cousin Louisa?" Roberston Ay instantly spilt a bucket of water in response to Michael's question.

"I-I've only spoken to her once, Master Michael. I would have no way of knowing if I liked her or not."

"Do you think that she is pretty?" Michael asked.

Roberston Ay gave a small smile. "Yes, I find her to be quite beautiful."

Before Michael could say anything else, Jane entered the kitchen and dragged him into the dining room.

"Well, what did he say?" Jane asked.

"He isn't certain if he likes Louisa, but he does believe that she's pretty." Michael said.

"Oh, then he does like her." Jane sighed and sat down in a nearby chair.

"Does Louisa like him?"

"I'm certain that she does, but she had told me that she would only marry someone who was wealthy."

"Roberston Ay only has enough money to pay for his clothes and food. Louisa will never want to love him."

"We mustn't give up Michael, I'm sure that there is a way."

Michael began to pace, as he and Jane pondered the situation. After a few minutes, Jane quickly stood to her feet and grabbed Michael's hand, leading him out of the dining room and up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" Michael asked.

"We cannot do this by ourselves, Michael. We are going to need a bit of help."