“Then Miss Nattie it must be,” the Earl said.
“Thank you, my Lord. This is the room in which we thought you’d be most comfortable. It’s the Master’s room, but Sir Gerard still prefers to be where he slept as a boy.”
The Earl, despite what Demelza had anticipated, appreciated the big four-poster with its faded velvet curtains and cover, the beautifully carved panelling and the vase of pink roses which stood on the dressing table.
“The flowers all over the house are delightful, Miss Nattie,” he said. “Do I thank you for the arrangement?”
There was just a moment’s hesitation before Nattie replied,
“I do them when I’ve the time, my Lord.”
“Then let’s hope you will find time while I am here,” the Earl said.
Nattie told him where he would find the stables and he went downstairs to discove
