CHAPTER THREENeither of them had any complaint to make about the dinner. Mrs. Brooks had excelled herself and Michael made a point of sending for her to congratulate her. She beamed with happiness.
“Now,” Michael said to Brooks, when Mrs. Brooks had bustled back to the kitchen, “I want you to help me to restore the castle and make it as it must have been when you first came here.”
“Me, my Lord?”
“I need your memory. You must tell me exactly how things used to look.”
“It were fine in those days, even though there were a lot needing to be done to it,” Brooks said. “But now, as your Lordship will see, things have become worse and worse and it’s going to take some time before it looks right again.”
“You must engage plenty of indoor servants to carry out the cleaning,” Michael ordered firm
