Mother and father were sitting at the table when we entered the room. Father looked up from their conversation with a deep look of concern.
‘What is wrong father?’ I asked as I laid the plates down.
‘That is servants' work, Katherine; we have people to do that for us.’ I stopped short, looking at him. He never spoke like that about our servants. They were our family, and we treated them as such. His face sunk, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, please sit down we have much to discuss.’ Father looked concerned.
‘Ok.’ I sat in my chair and Ethan sat on the other side of the table. We both looked at each other and he shrugged.
‘I have received a letter from Lady Herrington outlining all the things she did not like about our house and the way we run it. With the Hanley’s coming next week, I t
