Chapter Fifteen
Liza’s voice was shrill barking out commands to the housekeeper of Sparrowhawk. She let the older woman know that the girl in her charge was incompetent, a foolish mistake! The maid herself would know just how much before the day was over!
Liza’s entire body shook with anger as she gazed at the mess her maid, Lena, had made of a new satin robe Oliver gave her for her birthday.
“I’ll see her in the master’s study,” was her final judgement.
“There, ma’am?” the woman questioned and rightfully so.
“Perhaps the mood of the master’s study will impress on her the severity of her failings and inspire her reform.”
“Then I’ll tell her to meet you there.” She questioned nothing from the master’s lips and little from Liza’s.
Ann was subservient in her attention to duty, but s
