Third person

Clara hesitated, feeling anxious about seeing Marcellus' mother again. She didn't want to upset her, but she didn't want to leave without seeing Marcellus either.

"Come on," James called out to her, noticing that she was lagging behind. "We need to see Mr. Huxley."

Clara took a deep breath and gathered her courage. She slowly made her way toward Mrs. Huxley, trying to keep a safe distance.

"Mrs. Huxley," James greeted her politely. "We're here to see Mr. Huxley."

Mrs. Huxley looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying as she smiled at James,

Mrs. Huxley turns her gaze at Mrs. Mary, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Mrs. Mary, you're here," she said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Mrs. Mary quickly walked over to Mrs. Huxley and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. "Yes, ma'am, I'm here," she said, comforting her.

James and Clara stood back respectfully, giving the two women some privacy. They could see the relief on Mrs. Huxley's face as she hugged Mrs. Mary tightly, grat