CHAPTER THREEA week later Jacina and her father sat at breakfast in their little parlour.
At the doctor’s elbow was a pile of books. Doctor Carlton was interested in epidemiology and, to Jacina’s amusement, often had his head in a book all through breakfast.
This morning however the books remained closed. The doctor coughed and regarded Jacina over the top of his pince nez.
“Jacina.”
“Yes, Papa?”
“I have found employment for you.”
She looked at him quizzically. “Yes, Papa?”
“It is connected with the Earl.”
Jacina toyed with her teaspoon. “Oh?”
Her father had been twice to sup at the castle, but each time Jacina had declined the invitation, pleading a headache.
“He is a proud man and does not like to accept help,” explained the doctor, “but even he has to admit that the one thing
