“You can’t work as a servant, my Lady!”
“Mademoiselle!” Theresa corrected her. “And, if I am to be a servant, I shall at least be a very superior one. After all cooks, as you well know, are a law unto themselves. Mama often told me how grandly the chef used to behave when she lived at home and how all the rest of the household were afraid of him.”
“He was a man, m’mselle!”
“I will make them frightened of me!” Theresa replied. “Anyway I will have my own way, you wait and see!”
She knew Gennie did not believe her, which only strengthened her determination to do what she wanted to do.
Before they had left for France she had forged the most glowing references on the writing paper that was surmounted by the family crest.
One reference was supposedly from her mother, the Countess of Denhol
