‘No, dear, I have everything I need, thank you.’ Mrs Stellion lowered her feet to the ground and sat up tentatively. ‘Sit, Coco. Sit. Good boy. I just wish I knew how Mrs Thwaite is. Such a horrid accident. If she has broken her arm, she may well be out of action for weeks.’

Or even longer, with a bit of luck. Though Mrs Thwaite had made it clear that Gina wasn’t welcome in the house, Gina meant to make herself not only welcome but indispensable. If Mrs Thwaite was gone – if not for good, then for a good long time – then Gina’s path onward and upward would be so much easier.

‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ said Gina.

‘Well, it’s about that possibility that I have a little plan, if you would agree to it? Oh, please sit down, dear. You’re making my poor neck ache, looking up at you like that.’

Gina went to perch on the edge of an armchair and Coco, never a faithful puppy, went to sit at her feet, gazing up at her adoringly. Gina couldn’t have wished for more at that moment.

‘The thing is, Gina dear – and you must say if this doesn’t suit you because I can always think again – if Mrs Thwaite is unable to work I shall need someone else to help me organise the house. It isn’t a difficult job, but it does mean remembering to do lots and lots of little things: telephoning people, making sure letters are posted and things are ordered in time, seeing that the people who work for us in Little Grindle have what they need when they need it and are paid promptly … Do you see?’

Having lived in the village all her life, Gina knew several people who did some work for the Hall, washing and ironing, sending up orders of meat and vegetables and other goods.

‘Yes, of course, Mrs Stellion,’ said Gina, trying her hardest to look serious and professional, and not break out a huge grin.

‘Now, I wouldn’t expect you to step into Mrs Thwaite’s shoes – that would be much too much to ask as I know you have no experience – but you’re a willing and thoughtful girl, and so sensible. If you just kept things going while Mrs Thwaite recuperates, do you think you could manage? Do please tell me if I’m asking too much of you, dear. It would be unfair to overwhelm you. I could always get someone in from an agency, just temporarily, but I’d rather have you, whom I know and trust. What do you think, Gina?’