His Major Domo hurried forward to take his high-crowned hat and gloves.
“Have you arranged everything for tomorrow, Hunt?” the Earl asked.
“Everything, my Lord.”
“As I told you, there are few servants at Langston Manor, so we shall have to make up any deficiencies.”
“I’ve seen to that, my Lord. The chef is bringing two kitchen boys with him and the footmen I’ve chosen are not above giving a hand in the household if necessary.”
“Thank you, Hunt, and as you are coming yourself there will be no need for me to give the arrangements another thought.”
“No, my Lord. And I’ve made sure the chef will bring most of the food he requires. In Race Week it’ll be difficult to purchase anything locally.”
“I am sure it will be,” the Earl replied.
He walked away as he spoke towards his library dismi
