CHAPTER THREEThe Duke sent for Mrs. Newall.
She stood in the library with her hands folded over her black silk apron, her chatelaine glinting in the sunlight coming through the long windows.
“I want your help, Mrs. Newall.”
The Duke was seated at the huge rosewood writing desk that stood in the centre of the room and which had been used by the owners of Kingswood for many generations.
He knew that Mrs. Newall was an extremely efficient housekeeper and had not only the well-being of the house at heart but also of the family.
All the older servants at Kingswood spoke as if the house, the estate and everything that appertained to them, were part of themselves.
In fact since he had inherited, the Duke had often thought that the whole place was like one big family, and he intended to keep
