“Let’s hope it is for the last time,” Weena smiled, “and a footman will be here do it in future.”
Ivor carried two of her smaller cases upstairs to the bedroom he had chosen for her.
She opened the cases and then shut them up again.
There was so much dust in the room that she knew she would be very unwise to take anything out which was not absolutely necessary.
Even then it was certain that dust would settle on it the moment she set it down on a table.
She even had to wipe the mirror on the dressing table before she could see her reflection in it.
She thought that once everything was cleaned up it would be the most beautiful bedroom she had ever slept in.
When she went downstairs, she found Ivor sitting at the writing table with a pile of letters in front of him.
“Are those all the
