Theresa drew in her breath.
She wanted to argue with him and to tell him that her place was in the kitchen and yet it was somehow impossible to make the words come to her lips.
Instead, rather angry to find herself being so submissive, she merely said,
“Very good, monsieur, I shall of course, be waiting for your summons.”
She went from the room as she spoke and only when she was outside did she run as quickly as she could down the passage, up the stairs, and into the small sitting room, where she found Gennie and Rover waiting for her.
*
Theresa cooked the Marquis an excellent luncheon and was amused to find that food she had not seen before was now pouring in from the estate.
From the Home Farm there came spring chickens, hams and newly churned butter and so much cream that she tho
