There was a note in Mrs. Dawes’s voice that told the Marquis that she was pleading with him to understand.
He thought it was quite obvious that Mrs. Dawes had found Shamara so useful that she had not wished to lose her.
At the same time he thought it somewhat strange that a girl should be kept in the orphanage until she was sixteen.
There was just a chance, but he admitted that it was a very outside one, that she could be what he was looking for.
Aloud he said,
“I understand, Mrs. Dawes, what you have said to me and I am sure that you did the right thing.”
He saw an expression of relief in Mrs. Dawes’s eyes and she smiled as she said,
“Your Lordship is very kind and I know your Lady mother would have thought I did right, God rest her soul.”
There was silence and the Marquis sensed
