Thought Sherlock, blankly.
Don’t be to quick to judge, John would say…
But Judging was what Sherlock did, and he could rarely help himself.
Several possibilities… Old, fat, obnoxious and nosey AND loud, or quite, polite boring Or …..
Sherlock’s mind wandered with endless possibilities of a negative image of a woman, his mind wandered so much in fact, that it was still wandering when the front door of 221 was rung and Mrs.Hudson answered it almost instantly.
Mrs.Hudson led the woman upstairs, with the usual offering of ‘ Tea and biscuits’ and if the guest didn't like tea then something else could be arranged..
“Perhaps you would prefer coffee and biscuits?”
Sherlock could just about make out Mrs.Hudson being replied to in a polite but negative answer, and that the Lady did not require a drink.
John went downstairs to usher up the guest into the lounge of 221B and Sherlock sighed loudly, enjoying the last few precious moments of peace he would get before she entered the room.
She did enter the room, as any idiot could have predicted, let alone Sherlock Holmes, and yet, she was nothing like Sherlock had predicted…
She was graceful,elegant and poised, not only that but she was young and attractive.
Not that I would ever fall in love with her.. Sherlock thought, still bitter from her intrusion but I predict that she is deemed as very alluring to the male sex.
"Nice to finally meet you, Mr.Holmes."