“That must have been very agreeable to you, as you were so used to the house.”
“It was, my dear young lady, it was.”
“And you must know lots of stories about the old castle.”
The housekeeper suddenly became silent and grave.
“And your mother must have known lots more than you did and told them to you.”
The housekeeper looked solemn and reticent.
“Didn’t she, now? You might as well tell me. I am the niece of the earl, and my mother is his heiress-presumptive.”
“Yes. I know that, young lady,” said Mrs. Kelsy, speaking at last.
“Well, then, you needn’t make a mystery of the matter to one of the family, you know.”
“What is it that you wish to hear, Miss Wynnette?”