Chapter 6Samala came in through the front door and the old butler hurried forward to say,
“I hope Your Grace had a good walk. ’Tis a lovely day for it.”
“It is indeed, Higson,” Samala replied.
“But Your Grace must not go too far or do too much,” the butler went on. “Nursing His Grace will have taken a great deal out of you.”
Samala smiled.
She realised that Higson was speaking like a Nanny and that all the older servants in the house treated her in the same way, as if she was a child they must look after, cosset and prevent from doing too much.
It was such a change after having to do everything for herself at home, thinking out what was required and having so many difficulties in obtaining it, that sometimes she felt she had dropped some years from her life and was back again in the
