Kezia put her hand up to her head.
She knew what lay in front of her was going to be a gigantic task. It meant that, besides getting the house ready, she would have to cook a large number of the more complicated dishes that Betsy would be incapable of managing.
It was a blessing that it was early summer and therefore not every course would have to be hot.
But, if Betsy grew tired, there would be too many things to be done at the same time.
She also had to impress upon Betsy and Humber that they were not to address her as ‘Miss Kezia’ as was usual, but as ‘my Lady’.
‘And all this,’ she said beneath her breath, ‘for a Frenchman who will not appreciate any of it, but take it all as a matter of course.’
Also he and his fastidious friend would doubtless disparage the way she was dressed a
