Chapter ThreeCharisa was still running around the house with things that she had to tidy or put away when the carriage came to the door.
She knew that her father hated to keep the horses waiting.
She therefore pushed a vase and several other small objects into her maid’s arms, saying,
“Put these away for me, Mary, and don’t hide them so that I cannot find them again when I come back.”
Her lady’s maid, who had been with her for some years, laughed.
“I’ll do that, miss, and come ’ome soon, we misses you when you’re not ’ere.”
“As I miss you,” Charisa replied.
When they went to The Priory, she never took her lady’s maid.
The housemaids whom she had known since she was a small child liked to look after her themselves.
Her father took his valet, as he refused to go anywhere without him
