Charisa sat down at the dressing table and tidied her hair.
As she did so, one of her older Mawde cousins came into the room and it was therefore no longer possible to talk to Mrs. Bush.
Equally she was feeling anxious as she went back to the drawing room.
She knew that neither Dawkins nor Mrs. Bush would be looking for trouble. In fact she suspected they were afraid that the Marquis would consider them too old.
They obviously had neither of them any wish to retire.
‘Gervais would not be so stupid as to send them away when the entire household depends on them,’ she thought.
Nevertheless she felt somewhat apprehensive.
Perhaps he wanted French servants at The Priory and that would be a mistake.
It was considered an honour for any girl or boy to be taken into service at the Big House
