The Ghost Takes His Tea
Mrs. Ellis’ heart broke for the young woman across from her in the housekeeper’s sitting room. Darkness came on quickly now, the only light emanating from the fading rays of the December sun. As the sun fell so did the gloom.
“He won’t respond to my messages,” Daphne said. “Papa and I went to call on him in London. No matter how hard we knocked it stayed silent inside. Then a floorboard creaked and we knew he was in there. Why won’t he talk to me? What is so terrible that he can’t tell his future wife? If I even am his future wife. Is that it? Does he want to call it off?”
Mrs. Ellis shook her head. “I shouldn’t get in the middle of this, my lady. This is between you and Edward, but this is what I will tell you. I know for a fact that my grandson loves you above
