CHAPTER FOURAn elderly butler bowed to Eleta.
“Good morning,” she began somewhat shyly. “I am Miss Lawson, the new Governess.”
He looked at her in surprise and she realised that he was thinking she was far too young, but he then said,
“If you’ll come this way, miss, I’ll take you to his Lordship’s secretary, Mr. Clarke, who I know will want to see you.”
There were two footmen in very smart livery in the hall and the butler led Eleta under the carved staircase and along a passage that she was sure ended in the kitchens.
Half way there, however, he stopped at a door and opening it he announced in an almost stentorian tone,
“Miss Lawson, the new Governess, sir.”
Mr. Clarke, an elderly man, was looking a bit tired.
He rose from his desk and held out his hand.
“I was informed that you
