The housekeeper, who had been actively observing the girl that claimed to be her master's granddaughter, knocked on her master’s office door.
"Come in," she heard. She brought a tray of tea with some scones. There were two cups. Although she was quite happy that her master seemed engaged, and had stopped drinking, she was still worried and determined to say what was in her mind.
"Mr. Bedwen," she said. "I've been working at your house for years. I helped with Billie for the whole time he's been sick. So I'd like to say some things."
Her master seemed surprised. She didn't try to assert her opinion frequently, but she worried about this family, which she had served for decades.
"Everybody in this house seems to feel entitled to just say things to me now," he said. "So go ahead. I'm star
