She saw by the expression of Yvonne MacSteel’s face that she thought this unlikely, but she was, however, too polite to say so.
Firmly the French woman said,
“You go back to The Castle, mademoiselle. I will call the women in the village together and tell them what I want them to do. I will come and see you as soon as William gets back and can look after the baby.”
Fyna had forgotten that Yvonne MacSteel had a baby of four or five months old.
Now, as she glanced out of the window, she could see just why she had not noticed him before. He was asleep in his pram in the garden.
“You are very kind,” she said, “and I have no one to help me except for you.”
“Leave it to me, mademoiselle,” Yvonne MacSteel repeated. “I promise, if it is humanly possible, that you will not be disappointed.”
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