CHAPTER TWO“Where are you going?”
Giselda, with one arm full of books, turned from the desk from which she had taken a number of letters.
“I am going to the Post Office first, my Lord,” she replied, “to try to persuade that lazy Postmaster that your letters are urgent. Everyone in the town is complaining about him because he is so dilatory about despatching the mail. I am not certain whether I should speak to him coaxingly or severely.”
The Earl smiled.
“I should imagine in your case that coaxingly might be more effective.”
“One can never be sure with that sort of man,” Giselda said.
“And you are taking the books back to the library?” the Earl asked glancing at the pile in her arm.
“I will try to find something to amuse you,” she replied in a worried tone, “but your Lordship is very
