"Mister 'Enry," she said in shock as she opened the door. He was the last person she expected to see after just seeing him the day before.
"Rose," he called. "Is this a wrong time?" he asked, stretching his neck as if to peep into her room.
"No," Rose said. "The crown prince was only 'ere yesterday to 'elp me write a letter to my parents."
She knew exactly what Henry was asking about, and she wanted him to know it was not a regular occurrence for the crown prince to be in this room with her.
"I am sorry if yesterday was unexpected and—"
Henry shook his head, cutting off the rest of her words. "No need to apologize. Since you're not busy, I'll get down to why I am here. Have the recent meals been to your satisfaction?" he asked.
"Yes," Rose said with gusto. She couldn't help it. "It 'as been just wonderful. I don't think I 'ave ever tasted anything better."
