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Chapter Three-3
‘They will have to manage with just toast,’ she told herself, ‘but it is something I must not forget to do again.’ She could have blamed the girls for not reminding her. But she knew that they themselves had not been employed at The Castle for very long. Naturally they could not therefore be expected to know how people like the Marquis’s friends expected things to be done. ‘I must remember exactly how we used to do everything at home,’ Manella told herself as the past started to come back streaming back to her mind. It made her appreciate just how much things at home had deteriorated after her mother’s death. As, all thanks to Uncle Herbert, they became poorer and poorer, one luxury after another had disappeared and was eventually forgotten. While she was putting together what was r
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