“This is your room, miss,” the housekeeper was saying in a disdainful voice that was very expressive. “Emily’s unpackin’ for you and I hopes you’ll find everythin’ you want.”
The way she spoke told Filipa that the housekeeper would be very surprised if there was anything she lacked and would be reluctant to supply it.
Again Filipa wanted to laugh.
“Thank you very much,” she said quietly. “I am sure I shall have everything.”
She looked to where Emily was taking the Mediaeval robe out of her trunk and shaking the creases out of it as she put it on a hanger.
“Is that what you are goin’ to wear, miss,” the housekeeper asked in a tone as if it was something improper.
“I am to look like a Mediaeval lady at the time of the Battle of Agincourt,” Filipa replied. “I am only afraid that when I
