“That’s exactly what I thought,” Nattie replied, “and now I’d better be going back.”
“No, wait and talk to me for a moment,” Demelza begged. “I am longing to hear everything that has happened. It will save you coming back a second time for the tray.”
She knew by the way that Nattie set herself down on the rush-bottomed chair that she was only too willing to be encouraged to talk.
“I have to admit, Miss Demelza,” she began, “that his Lordship’s servants are most helpful and exceedingly polite.”
‘It was what might have been expected,’ Demelza thought.
As she ate, she listened attentively as Nattie told her about Mr. Hunt, the Major Domo, the footmen, who had told her they would help her with the beds and the chef who had been with the Earl for many years and was undoubtedly a culinary g
