Hildegarde was moving in.
It was evident the moment that Iago had begun turning up and depositing boxes and suitcases. His arrivals grew in intensity, until the night that the Lord turned up and simply stayed. That night, of course, there were no new boxes as she had Iago doing the grunt work of establishing her claim to a vacant room. By the end of the night the room was remodelled close to what she wanted.
She grumbled profusely.
Iago growled a lot. In the early hours of the morning, he simply glared at her and left, revving the car loudly before vanishing in a rumble of gravel chips.
The Lord sat in her -mostly- complete room, blithely ignoring the remaining boxes. Then she started exploring the rest of house seeking spots for her paintings and her archive.
The next night Hildegarde wisely kept her activities to completing the conquest of her room. Only once that task had been achieved did she turn her attention to the archive: more boxes; odour of mould and stagnant paper. Furniture was organised.
At last it was done. Then the Lord decided to remodel her room, change her decor and make better use of the space.
Iago left again and didn't come back for two whole nights.
Hildegarde was distraught and demanded she be taken out on a hunting expedition to "clear her mind".
Some Lords are never satisfied.