Confide in Me

Yawning, Roderick reached into his waistcoat and pulled out his pocket watch. He hadn’t had an ounce of sleep, and now at eight o’clock in the morning, it was pure determination spurring him on. Two hours ago, he made the decision to walk to Golden Square, the square that was the home of Harriet’s house, and since then he had paced up and down watching her residence looking for any sign of movement. Of course, he tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, not wanting Harriet to realise he was watching her home. Though to be fair at that time in the morning the likelihood of a member of society coming and going at that ungodly hour was highly unlikely. That is to say, unless a person was scurrying out of a home they shouldn’t have been at, for example, a lover sneaking out of his mistress’ house.