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  1. Also by Diney Costeloe
  2. Contents
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Paris 1876
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Epilogue

Chapter 21

When they arrived back at Belair, Pierre handed each of them down from the carriage. If he held Annette’s hand a moment longer than was necessary, she was not aware of it. All she wanted to do was get into the house and lie down. The exertions of the day were beginning to catch up with her. Agathe insisted that she go straight up to their room, and having helped her up the stairs, she came down again and went in search of Madame St Clair. She found her in her private parlour.

‘We have brought Annette home again, madame,’ she said. ‘She is much better and would like to return to work, if that is agreeable to you.’

‘Is she fit to work?’ asked Rosalie. ‘I understood that she was very weak after such a difficult birth.’

She remembered that when each of her children had been born, she had been expected to remain in bed for at least two weeks to recover her strength, and had been glad to do so. She knew the servant classes, being less gently brought up, were up and about more quickly, but even so, the five days since Annette’s baby had been born seemed a very short time to recuperate before coming back to work.

‘She’s not quite herself yet,’ admitted Agathe, ‘but Madame Leclerc and I both feel it is better for her to return to her normal life as soon as possible.’

In truth Estelle Leclerc had not thought Annette fit to return to Belair and had suggested at least another week of recuperation before she considered taking up her household duties again, but Agathe had a sneaking suspicion this opinion had something to do with the generous payment Madame St Clair was making for her services as a nurse.

‘I thought perhaps, with your consent, madame, that we could put Annette on light duties for a few days… ease her back into the household.’

Rosalie nodded. She was more than happy to have Annette back among the servants. Madame Choux had left that very morning, going to live in retirement with her sister in Orléans, and Rosalie was relieved that she had already had Madame Sauze waiting as her replacement.

‘You must do as you think fit, Madame Sauze,’ she said. ‘As soon as the rooms have been cleaned, you must move into those previously occupied by Madame Choux. As my housekeeper you’re entitled to your own bedroom and parlour.’

‘Thank you, madame.’ Agathe knew that Madame Choux had left, but she had not been at all sure if her own place as housekeeper had been confirmed, and it was with pleasurable anticipation that she looked forward to her new responsibilities.

‘But I have decided to keep Ella on as extra help in the kitchen,’ Rosalie continued. ‘She’ll be coming in daily from the village and can take care of some of the rough work. How do you find Lizette?’

‘Hard working, madame, but in need of guidance.’