No sooner had Aoife returned to the frontmost rooms of the practice than the second knock sounded at the door. She opened it with her usual propensity, to reveal little Miss Mudd; dressed in the trappings of a widow.
“Hello, it’s me. I’m here for my operation. Sorry if I was rude and didn’t say much yesterday, I was just worried out of my mind with something, but I’m going to get it fixed today with Doctor Danforth’s help, and then I’ll be all right."
Aoife begun to say something dismissive like 'don't worry about it' but Arabella continued on, with that unending run-on-sentence in which she spoke.
"Say, you live at the Wigfall’s don’t you? I’m pals with Jemima Wigfall.”
"Oh?" Aoife said, coercing a look of fraternity onto her face. "She's... a character."
She might have had more to say on the matter, but decided to let it lie, given that Arabella was in fact here to have an operation of some kind. It wouldn't have been very professional to chase her away at the door with commentary on her cohorts.
"Mr. Pettigrew and Doctor Danforth are waiting for you in the back." she told Arabella quickly, so as not to elaborate any further on the exact characteristics of Jemima Wigfall. Once more she opened the door wide and led the girl inside, to where a procedure of some unknown importance awaited.