Chapter Four“I am – sorry – I am so – sorry,” Ansella cried.
“Never mind,” the Earl remarked. “I expect we will have another glass somewhere.”
He tried to pass it off jokingly because he realised how agitated she was.
She went as if to bend down and then stopped suddenly.
“Leave it,” the Earl said. “We now have plenty of servants to clear it up.”
He went to the door and after a moment Ansella followed him and they walked together down the passage that led to the dining room.
The Earl was wondering what Mrs. Marlow had managed to concoct for them and he well knew that the small amount of money he had given them would not have gone far with so many people now in The Castle.
There was, however, he discovered, some excellent rabbit soup, which had obviously cost nothing.
A stew followe
