An anxious knot grew in the pit of her belly.
Am I so awful that they won’t smile?
Am I so awful that they won’t smile?She knew, as any proper English lady of good breeding did, that a clear line existed between the occupants of the upper stairs and lower stairs, but she knew, too, that a smile upon greeting was not frowned upon. Perhaps Quinn’s servants were afraid to meet her and therefore they were acting unusually formal.
“You all may go. Morris, where is my sister and the bairn?”
“They are in the nursery,” the butler replied. “The child has had a bit of a cold the last few days.”
“Oh?” Quinn paused, worry tightening his eyes.
“Aye, the good doctor was just here a few hours ago. He’ll return tomorrow morning to see how the bairn feels,” Morris replied, seemingly not that concerne
