It was possible one of the ladies was busy, or had not yet arrived.  It might have been the subtle games of societal maneuvering that were so common among the nobility.  Whatever the case, it was several minutes before Cain was shown to the door with the headmistress’s name engraved on the plaque mounted upon the door.  The room beyond was somewhere between an office and a study.  Several bookshelves, most with books but a few with various bric-a-brac lined two of the walls.  A large bay window in the third looked out at the school and grounds, and a painting by a renown artist hung near the door.  The rug was quality material, as were the furnishings and decor, but there was an air of formality to the room, despite personal touches such as framed pictures.

 Two women watched him enter, one seated behind the large desk, the other in a chair to one side.  The latter was approaching the upper end of middle age, with an expression like she smelled something unpleasant.  Rusty brown hair streaked with gray was pinned up in a severe bun, and her grey eyes were narrow.  The other lady was slightly younger, her dark blond hair pulled back from her face to fall past her shoulders in a cascade of gentle waves.  Intelligent brown eyes regarded the newcomer with an impassive expression, giving the impression of a pending judgement.  

“Please, have a seat.”  The second woman waved to an empty chair that faced her desk.  “I am Irene Martinez, Liddell’s headmistress.  Sofia Primm is one of the caretakers and chaperones for our students.  How might we be of service to the Department of Royal Special Affairs?”

((Sorry for the delay, [@TheMinorFall], I was worn out yesterday and didn't get to posting.  ^.^;;  ))