Chapter Twenty-One
“Oh! Excellent! Thank you,” Gwendolyn said. She immediately turned and followed him back to the kitchen.
Mr. Ropier was standing in the middle of the room, watching the men complete the installation.
“Mr. Ropier, thank you so much for coming over,” Gwendolyn said, approaching the man.
He turned and bowed to her. “Dis stove, she is magnifique!” The broad smile on his face said everything she needed to know.
She laughed. “I am so happy you are pleased. We have already ordered the large table that will go where you are standing and…” She turned around the room, admiring all the other fittings. “I think everything is the way you would like it to be?”
“Oui, oui, it is parfait! I am very ‘appy.”
“Excellent,” she said.
“Lord Wickford, ‘e is not so ‘appy, you know,” the
