CHAPTER FIVE“Thomas – wait,” Rosella called out, as she saw the gardener’s boy hurrying down the drive through the misty summer rain.
“My Lady?”
Thomas stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, raindrops clinging to his thatch of fair hair.
“I have not seen you for so long,” Rosella said. “Is everything all right with you?”
Thomas hesitated a moment before he replied,
“Yes, it is, my Lady.”
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“I am going to the bookmakers to place a bet for his Lordship.”
“But surely that is not your job, Thomas.”
Thomas looked uncomfortable.
“Well, my Lady. Things ’ave changed ’ere. I don’t spend so much time in the garden. I have other duties. The gentlemen are always findin’ things for me to do.”
Rosella sighed.
That would explain why there were so m
