“I will tell Newman to bring a bottle of Papa’s claret from the cellar.”
She flashed him a dazzling smile and left the room.
Peter watched her go.
He thought, as he had so often done before, that she was even lovelier than when he had last seen her.
‘I suppose,’ he said to himself, ‘this is something I should not ask her to do, but there is no one else and I don’t think it would do her any harm.’
It took Carola only a few minutes to find Newman. He was sitting in the kitchen with his coat off, talking to his wife.
Carola knew he went there because he had so little to do. Just like Mrs. Newman he would like nothing better than to polish the silver for a party.
“Sir Peter is home!” she announced as she went into the kitchen.
“Sir Peter?” Newman exclaimed. “Well, that’s a surprise!”
