Mist of invention

Part three

"Marianne?" My mother yelled from downstairs. "Marianne!"
"Yes?"
It was quiet, then suddenly - without any sort of warning - the door flew open. My mother stomped through and, like a hawk, snapped to me.
"There is a man here," she said. "A man. In our house. Who do not know - that lord-"
I stood up. "Mother-"
"How do you know him?" She demanded. "Tell me."
"I do not."
You could see her calculating the possibilities. Then, deciding i would never dare lie to her - of course -, she gave a curt nod. "I will have him sent out. I will not let a man simply walk into my house without a proper notice."
And without even a second more she started walking away again. I quickly grabbed my dress and ran after her. She is quicker than she looks.
"Mother shouldn't we at least hear what he has to say?" The people we passed in the hall didn't even look up at our erratic behavior, simply smiling and inclining their heads when they saw us. We returned the gesture. "It must be especially important, seeing as he came without notice."
She looked at me through the corner of her eye.
"He said he came to see you. I am starting to doubt that you do not know him."
I stopped walking. She stopped as well.
"I do not know him mother. But we should at least listen to what he has to say."