The servants, one after another, were always saying in their own words,
“This is what his Lordship expects.”
“His Lordship’ll be angry if we don’t do this.”
“We expect things to be perfect at The Priory!”
That was what made the whole place, Lara was certain, an example that perhaps other similar houses tried to emulate but were not so successful.
Inevitably the question she found herself asking was why, when he had so much, did the Marquis look bored, cynical and, as she was sure in her own mind, unhappy?
She wished that she were brave enough to ask him what was wrong and then laughed at the idea of being so inquisitive.
She finished her supper, the footman took away the tray and, as she knew that nobody else would return that evening, she locked the door of the schoolroom.
Tonight
