Listening to the exchange, a niggling recollection stayed just out of Osgood’s reach. Awash with a sense of familiar and feeling unaccountably unsettled, he recorked the wine and left the butlery to join the women in their transaction. As he advanced down the hall, he got a good look at the peddler. She was old and crabbed and looked to be in advanced age. That old peddler has been here before. His brows drew downward as the elusive memory popped into his mind. Twenty years ago! Nearly twenty years had passed but she’d hadn’t aged a day, in fact, she looked exactly the same. As the woman turned to leave, he hurried down the corridor, shouting, “Stop madam! Stop right there!”
What just happened~ Osgood is decanting the sherry when he hears a voice that sounds disturbingly familiar. It turns out it belongs to that old woman who tried to kidnap young master Lenox as a boy. She hasn't aged a day, and for good reason. That person at the door is not an apple peddler nor is she an old woman.