The dining room was pleasant. Not overly large, and the table had been positioned by huge French windows which were open to allow what little breeze there was into the room. It was delightful.
When Brownlow appeared with the food Milo smiled at him. “Grange will be eating with me.” He expected a look of censure, but to his surprise Brownlow nodded and looked quietly pleased.
Milo laid a napkin over his thighs. Robert sat opposite and did the same. When the soup arrived Milo picked up his spoon and took a taste. “So, how did you come to work here?” He watched as Robert took a small taste of the soup, nod, and tuck in.
“My family lives in Clifton, not far from here. My mother wanted me to train to do something useful, but I was never one for book learning. I like to be outside. I saw the
