Chapter 12Jacob woke late the next morning with a sense of peace and well-being. He considered the day ahead with a sense of promise. There were no ladies to attend to, no Pump Room formalities to politely endure, and Mrs. Pritchard’s home-cooking to look forward to. Also, if he did not prove elusive, he could spend more time with Sebastian.
Once he had dressed at his leisure and gone downstairs to the kitchen, that good woman greeted him with a warm smile, gestured him to sit at the table, and put a large plate of new bread and some generous slices of ham in front of him. “Millie, will you fry some eggs to go with that?” she asked, nodding at a younger, slightly less plump version of herself who smiled kindly at Jacob.
As he ate, Mille presented the cooked eggs with another beaming smil
