Chapter TwoHaving sat thinking for a long time, Theresa walked slowly up the stairs and along the passage to the sewing room where she would find Genevieve.
Now over fifty, Genevieve had come from France with her mother when she married to look after her and love her ever since Theresa could remember.
She had now been in England for so long that even the servants had forgotten that she was French and called her Gennie!
It was in fact the name that Theresa had given her when she was very tiny, being unable to pronounce ‘Genevieve’.
She was, as Theresa had expected, sitting at the square deal table in the centre of the sewing room mending the lace on one of her nightgowns and so intent on what she was doing that she did not at first hear her come into the room.
Then, when she looked up
