“It’s possible, but I do not wish to risk it.”
“Then I shall keep silent, miss.”
“Thank you, Maisie.” The two of them shared a smile.
“Come on. The housekeeper, Mrs. Breland, will want to show you the house. I told her I would fetch you once you were dressed.”
“Mrs. Breland? I didn’t meet her last night.”
“Most of us were in bed when you arrived.” Maisie giggled. “She gave Mr. Grindle quite the dressing down this morning for not waking her, but if you ask me, he let her sleep because he fancies her.”
“Does he? Is she lovely?” Harriet asked.
“She is, but she tries to act severe. But when she thinks she’s not being watched, she smiles and lights up the room.”
They continued to gossip about the staff as Maisie escorted her downstairs to the great hall on the ground floor. A tall woman
