After the third day, she gave up. She knew he was in the Manor. She could hear his footsteps marching towards his room and the slamming of his door every night. Each time the footsteps approached her door, she would hold her breath, praying he would come in. To her utter disgust, she even wished he would be horrid towards her and say the most hurtful of words. That way she would be able to see him even if it was for a second.