“I completely understand, mum.” He said it as if he approved. “And I would like to remain your footman. When you go out, mum, I mean.” His cheeks flushed. “I must attend Mr. Anthony most times, but I sincerely wish to serve you. When I can.”
I smiled at him. “I’d like that too. But I have a question. Who guards him at night?” Blitz used to be our night footman, but of course, he couldn’t be, now that he lived here.
“Pearson’s youngest son, Alan. He prefers to sleep the day away, so the job suits him.”
I felt relieved. “Very good. I may not live with Mr. Anthony, but I wish no harm upon him.”
At this, Honor clearly wished to ask something, but hesitated to say it. So I did. “I left Mr. Anthony because I was married to him against my will,” at this I felt sad, “but he just learned of it.
