Chapter 7A footman brought in one of the heavy oil lamps.
It made the room seem suddenly full of golden light and dispensed a momentary feeling of depression that Carina had on entering the nursery.
Carina smiled at the footman. He was not one she had seen before, but a young boy who was handling the lamp anxiously.
“It’s beginning to get dark early,” Carina said.
“Yes, the summer’s over, miss,” he answered. “Shall I bring the other lamp now for your bedroom?”
“Yes, please,” Carina replied.
The footman hurried away and he had not been gone a second before Carina heard a raised voice upbraiding him and then Mrs. Barnstaple stepped into the room.
“That dratted footman’s late again,” she said. “I’ve told him to have the lamps up here before sunset. If they can get out of doing their du
