Chapter Six
“I beg your pardon, Miss Benton,” a maid said, coming down the garden walkway. Cassie looked up from the rose she’d just finished planting. “Yes…” She searched her mind for the young woman’s name. It was either Sally or Penny, she couldn’t remember which. They both had thin faces and green eyes. “Penny?” she tried.
The girl smiled. “I’m Sally, Miss, but thank you for trying.”
“Ah! I’m sorry, Sally. I’m trying to remember.”
“I really appreciate that. I don’t even think his lordship knows any of our names,” she said with a shake of her head.
Cassie could only shake her head. Her brother-in-law probably wasn’t home often enough to know one maid or footman from another.
“Speaking of which, his lordship isn’t at home at the moment, and he’s got a visitor. I’m afraid Mrs. Brown
