She suggests he visit her daughter

Dear Sir Williard,

It is now a little after noon and I am once again in the study provided as part of the suite of rooms assigned for my stay. The desk is a little effete for my tastes, clearly intended to appeal to the gentile tastes of the parade of young governesses who occupied these rooms for the past dozen years or so. All the same, the beautifully crafted wood has a smooth writing surface and is amply provided with writing implements. A man with your keen senses has undoubtedly already noticed that this paper has a different watermark and a slightly lighter weight than the paper provided by the Edwardian for its guests. Reading over the last entry I see I left off with the question that you may be yourself pondering. - What did Lady Peach expect of me?

"You need not do anything Dr. Baxter." Lady Peach told me in that empty breakfast room, "nothing, that is, that you find unpleasant." She explained Sir Williard, with not a hint of shame that she and her three children often became jaded with the tedious isolation of life on their estates and that my presence was a most welcome relief from the tiresome ennui. With Lord Peach consumed by the business of the Company in Rajakesh, Lady Peach had apparently become accustomed to inviting interesting diversions to pass the time.

"I had thought perhaps to invite a friend of Hunter to join us, those young men can be quite entertaining." Lady Peach told me with a sensual smile on her face, making it apparent what kind of entertainment she was looking forward to. "But this is the first time that my daughter has expressed interest in a man, so I simply had to see for myself what this new young physician from Earth was like before all the other families pounced on him." Her hand rested on my shoulder squeezing it with a most forward familiarity which thankfully I do not believe that any of the dark-skinned help saw. What she said next Milord made that indiscretion of hers pale in comparison.

"I imagine, the first thing expected of you is that you visit Miss Peach in her chambers." I believe Sir Williard, that Lady Peach openly laughed at me, but in truth I was so stunned at the time that I could not testify about anything that occurred for sure. "Go on, young man. I'm sure my naïve daughter is quite disappointed that you did not search her out last night; by now I imagine the darling girl is more than ready to be mounted." I stared at her in stunned silence, I never thought to be in such a situation, however Lady Peach then gave me directions to her daughter's rooms and sent me off with a small tray of tea and pastries. She stopped me as I was leaving the room to place a jar of lemon curd upon the tray; dipping her finger into the jar she brought the digit to her mouth and sucked the thick yellow custard in such a suggestive fashion that I could feel my member harden uncomfortably within my trousers. "My daughter is fond of the tart flavor, Doctor, she'd happily devour almost anything coated with this elixir."

I passed by Miss Amber as I headed up the wide stairway to the second floor of the great estate, but if she thought it unusual for me to be taking a breakfast to go she did not speak of it. In fact, unlike the night before when we partnered easily together while playing cards, the youngest of the Peach family seemed flustered by my sudden appearance and she lowered her gaze nervously after only the briefest of greetings. In hindsight, it is a blessing that we met where we did. I can only imagine how awkward that same encounter might have been had we passed just outside the door to Miss Peach's private chambers. I would have felt great remorse had I brought even more shame on Miss Peach, not that my intentions were at all impure.

In spite of Lady Peach's lascivious suggestion, I resolved to do nothing more than deliver this tray to Miss Peach and perhaps if she would listen, reassure the charming young woman that I intended no further untoward intrusions upon her delicate body.

My boy has just arrived to inform me that luncheon is being served, I will finish recounting my experience with the ever surprising debutante at my earliest opportunity.