Chapter 25: Warrick
A month later, restoration of the east wing was finally completed. All that remained was putting back in place the furniture Father had put into storage once he’d decided to let the House.
Father had left word he would soon be driving down to see it for the first time. I was so nervous I had bitten my fingernails down to the quick.
“You’re a talented architect,” Lady Eugenia assured me as she instructed the men where to place the furniture. She had a memory like a steel trap. I never would have remembered where each piece was supposed to go, even though I’d lived there for most of my life. “No, no! That console table goes against the far wall. Yes, that’s much better.”
“But…”
She gave my arm a shake, just as she would do when I was a small boy, and I smiled at the
