Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- PART FIVE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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‘I’m impressed, lad, and I know you’ve worked hard on them. You can show them to me whenever you’re ready.’
Blackie nodded and went into the kitchen to help his aunt bring the food to the table, knowing he was back in his uncle’s good books. But he would be careful in the future not to ask people too many questions about themselves and watch his manners in general. His uncle was a stickler about that, after all his years in the military, and expected no less from his nephew. Blackie knew that Pat held manners, politeness and courtesy to be the way you got on in life.
Moira Aherne and Mrs Wilson took to each other at once. Moira, observant, quick-witted and highly intelligent, knew at once that Patrick Kennedy had chosen just the right employer for her. And without having met her until today. Good luck, perhaps.
The house in the Towers was a mansion, but small, and it had been well kept. Mrs Wilson – who looked to be in her early fifties, was attractive, well dressed, and had a pleasant demeanour – welcomed her warmly.
Almost at once, Patrick Kennedy had explained that Moira was happy to be employed as a parlourmaid, but that she had actually been trained to be a lady’s maid.
To Moira’s surprise, Mrs Wilson pondered this for only a moment, before saying that she would employ her as a lady’s maid. Mr Kennedy said he would leave them alone for a moment to discuss Moira’s wages and stepped onto the terrace. He was curious to see the area where Blackie planned to build the conservatory, as well as giving the women privacy.
‘Please sit down, Moira,’ Mrs Wilson said, ‘and let’s discuss your duties as a lady’s maid.’
Moira did as Mrs Wilson asked, opened her reticule and took out an envelope. ‘Here is a reference from my last employer, Mrs Wilson.’ She gave it to her as she spoke.
‘Thank you,’ Mrs Wilson replied and took out the reference, and read it not once, but twice.
Moira noticed that Mrs Wilson seemed surprised, yet pleased, when she laid down the letter, which was written on headed stationery, and looked across at her. ‘Lady Henrietta Fitzgerald Chandler. Why did you leave her service, Moira?’
‘Sadly she died, Mrs Wilson. My parents had both died within a year of each other, three years ago now, and after her ladyship passed away, I was all alone. She wrote this for me while ill.’
‘I see, I understand. This is a most favourable reference. Her ladyship does speak most highly of you. I think you will fit in perfectly here, and I had been considering hiring a lady’s maid because I may have to travel with my husband in the near future. I see from the reference that you travelled with Lady Henrietta.’