Chapter ThreeFiona had finished putting Mary-Rose to bed when Mrs. Meredith came into the room.
“Jeannie asked, miss, if you’d wish a bath before dinner.”
Fiona smiled and replied,
“I would like one very much. What time will I be dining?”
As she spoke, she wondered if she would dine with the Duke or whether he would expect her, in her position as Governess, to dine alone.
“His Grace dines at eight of the clock,” Mrs. Meredith replied, “and you’ll be expected in the drawin’ room at a quarter to the hour.”
Fiona looked at the clock on the mantelpiece and saw that it was now seven o’clock.
“In which case I had better hurry.”
She bent down and kissed Mary-Rose, adding,
“Good-night, my sweet. Sleep well and, if you want me, I am next door.”
“I shall have lovely dreams in this big bed,
