Maurice Goldman was already in the Levy’s house when Maeve and Danny arrived, and before they got down to business the big, brown teapot was pressed into action. They were spending a few moments in small talk when Danny suddenly blurted, ‘Maeve is a big boss now, hiring people at work. Isn’t that so, Maeve?’
She blushed and laughed, ‘I can’t convince this galoot that it’s Miss Hemingway just insulting me - no compliment at all.’
Anna said, ‘What do you mean?’
She shrugged. ‘It’s a cleaner.’ She suggested I could find someone ‘appropriate’ - because I must have a wide circle of acquaintances who couldn’t aim any higher than a cleaner’s job.’
‘But she doesn’t know anyone suitable?’
‘No. Peasants are not thick on the ground in Jordanhill.’
Maurice Goldman laid down his cup with a clatte
