“I expect,” the Duchess said rather limply, as if she was trying to think what she should do, “you would like to see the house or perhaps you are feeling tired after a long journey.”
“Papa used to talk about the house and there are so many things I would like to see, especially the library. But maybe I ought to unpack my clothes first.”
“A maid will do that for you. If you would like to see the library, I will show it to you now.”
Kayla realised that she was trying to be kind, but at the same time she thought the Duchess had a vague way of speaking. It was as if she was not particularly interested in anything she was saying.
It would have been a help to Kayla in the days to come if she had known the Duchess’s story.
She was the only daughter of the Duke of Bowminster who was not a ric
