CHAPTER THREEVara awoke in the morning with a feeling of satisfaction.
Last night had been quite different from what she could have expected.
She had felt in point of fact that in teaching the Earl how to behave as the Chieftain, he had at least qualified for the position.
The dinner was excellent and she noticed that Donald had arranged for the Earl’s food to be cut into small pieces and he ate with a spoon.
He managed it quite well, but she was perceptively aware that he was afraid of making a mess and therefore ate very slowly and carefully.
The cook, who had been at The Castle for many years, rose splendidly to the occasion.
The food they ate was delicious and the wine exceptional.
Vara was clever enough to refrain from talking on and on about Scotland.
Instead she encouraged t
