Slater turned back to face her.
“Oh no, my lady,” he said without hesitation. “Her ladyship was the only
person who enjoyed her garden, and she has been gone these two years.
And if I may beg your ladyship’s pardon for saying things that are on this
old servant’s mind, Sir Percival needs a real home. He will work himself to
death trying to forget the past, and God knows he did not have too much
happi—”
Slater stopped when the door opened and a maid walked in to take the
dishes. He turned to the sideboard again, but not quickly enough to hide
the mistiness in his eyes. Letitia pondered his loyalty and devotion to the
man who married her for a ruin of an estate and could not forget his first
wife.
But there it was again. No one, except Ethel, said a word about poor
Sarah. Could
