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She was to take the train to Edinburgh, where the Duke’s carriage would be waiting for her to complete the last part of the journey. “Bring an Abigail to look after you,” the Duke wrote, “and I enclose a Note of Hand for the purchase of two First Class tickets.” This final instruction left Leona in a quandary. They had employed no live-in servants since her father’s death and had made do with women who came from the village to clean the house and charged very little for it. She was quite certain that if she asked any of the local women to travel with her to Scotland, they would be horrified at the idea. Especially as they would be expected to do so in one of the noisy smoking trains, which were regarded fearfully by the inhabitants of Essex, as if they were prehistoric monsters! ‘I m