Chapter 18
“Mr. Quincy, sir?” Jill had come to collect the luncheon tray and halted at the door, tray balanced on her hip. At Quincy’s raised eyebrows she continued. “There’s a situation, I mean, something’s happened and I don’t know what to do about it.” She cast a nervous glance at the sleeping earl.
Bracing herself for the worst, Quincy followed Jill out into the hall. “Tell me what has happened, and we’ll proceed from there.”
The maid lowered her voice. “I think Matilda has gone. She took the big basket like she was going to the greengrocer’s, but Cook said Matilda hates going there because the old goat likes to pinch.”
It took a moment to register that the problem had nothing to do with her or Sinclair. “Perhaps she had a change of heart?”
Jill shook her head. “I tore my stocking
