Chapter 4
Mr. Trevor led me down the central hallway towards the back of the house. "Through there is what they call the butler's pantry," he said, pointing into a long, narrow space filled with cupboards and countertops covered with such things as a complete tea service in gleaming silver, large china platters, and domes to put over plates like people in movies have with their hotel room service. "The extra linen is in there as well, should the need arise," he added.
"Okay," I said, not sure what I would need linen for, especially as I was only staying for the weekend.
"Over here is the dining room," he said, pointing to the room on the left side of the hall. The table that dominated the space was massive. It looked like it had been carved from one immense block of solid wood with scra
