innate ability to communicate with people on their own level, and make them feel almost instantly less inhibited. No one could have failed to notice that your presence here, Miss Milbank, has been nothing other than highly beneficial. You have, in the most natural manner possible, bridged the divide between my sister and our cousin, which has resulted in a far more relaxed atmosphere prevailing.’
Annis could never recall being complimented in quite the same way before, and while she felt extremely flattered, she had the feeling she had yet to hear the reason for the unexpected praise.
The Viscount chose not to keep her in ignorance for very long. ‘If at all possible, I should very much like to maintain that atmosphere,’ he continued, ‘most especially for Sarah’s sake. She will have much to occupy her during the weeks ahead, with all the preparations for our grandmother’s birthday celebration. So, as I’m sure you can appreciate, having someone on hand to help entertain Louise would lighten her load considerably.’
Once again his lordship smiled, more broadly than he had done before. ‘Not perhaps the most gracious invitation you have ever received, Miss Milbank. But I wish to be as honest with you as you have been with me. My invitation is not merely a gesture of politeness on my part. I do have quite definite reasons for wishing you to remain. Furthermore, I do not want you to harbour the notion that I am seeking some sort of quid pro quo. Nothing could be further from my mind. Be assured that whatever your decision, my resolve not to insist on Helen’s staying with us during these next few weeks will stand.’
Annis continued to hold his gaze across the desk, until he unexpectedly rose to his feet and returned to the window to stare out at what she suspected was for him a favourite view of the estate. She was not quite certain whether it was altogether sensible for her to remain, at least not for the prolonged stay he was proposing. Yet, at the same time, she couldn’t immediately understand why she should suddenly be plagued by uncertainty, when only a short time before she had been desperately striving to quell the swell of disappointment at having no valid reason for remaining at the Manor. It was so unlike her to be so contrary, not knowing her own mind.
He began speaking again, and she paid him the common courtesy of concentrating on what he had to say. ‘I do appreciate, Miss Milbank, that you might have commitments back in Leicestershire that make it impossible for you to extend your visit, so I shall not press you. Will you at least do me the honour of taking a day or two to think it over. In the meantime, I shall deal with the matter of the expenses you may have incurred at the inn, and ensure the rest of your belongings are collected and brought here without delay. It is the very least I can do in return for the service you rendered me on your arrival.’
Receiving no response, the Viscount turned in time to catch a surprisingly arresting look in what he had considered from the first to be wonderfully clear and strikingly lovely grey-green eyes.
‘Receiving no outright refusal leads me to hope that I may at least look forward to your company for at least a further week, perhaps?’
‘Until then, sir, certainly,’ Annis finally agreed, drawing her eyes away from the imaginary spot on the wall directly above his left shoulder. ‘It will at least grant me the opportunity to attempt to satisfy what some have stigmatised as my insatiable curiosity.’
His lordship didn’t attempt to curb his. ‘I think I must ask you to explain, Miss Milbank.’
‘I shall make a point, sir, of returning to the place where I came upon you three days ago. It’s just possible I might uncover something that would offer a clue as to the identity of your attacker.’
His lordship shrugged, betraying his distinct lack of concern. ‘I should imagine we have seen the last of the fellow. None the less, if you are intent on investigating, I shall escort you. In fact, I insist upon it, Miss Milbank, in the unlikely event that the rogue is lingering in the locale. Could you be ready to accompany me out in—say—an hour? We could travel in my phaeton. Or would you find an open carriage too cold at this time of year?’
‘On the contrary—ideal, sir!’ she didn’t hesitate to assure him, as she rose from the chair. ‘It shall enable me to see more of the countryside.’
Annis didn’t delay in returning to the bedchamber. Nor did she delay in revealing her revised plans to her faithful maid.
‘Staying, miss…? Whatever for?’ Disher demanded, exercising all the familiarity permitted to a lifelong, devoted servant. ‘I mind you were set against the whole idea of coming here in the first place. I would have thought you’d have been glad to be gone.’
‘Yes, and so should I. But the truth of the matter is, Dish, when I awoke this morning, and discovered I had no valid reason for not packing my bags and leaving, I felt hugely disappointed,’ Annis admitted, prepared now to reveal at least some, if not all, of the contrasting feelings she had been experiencing that morning.
She took a moment to stare about the room that, she had been reliably informed, was one of the best guest bedchambers in the house. And she could well believe it! The quality of the chintz curtains and matching bed hangings was unmistakable; the various pieces of walnut furniture dotted about the room had been produced by the finest craftsmen; and the wall and floor coverings had been selected without the least consideration for expense.
‘Look about you, Dish,’ she urged. ‘This bedchamber must be four times the size of the one I use back home, and yet I feel not a whit out of place here. Almost from the moment I set foot inside Greythorpe Manor, I have felt inordinately comfortable in my surroundings, even in those sumptuously furnished rooms that are used only on special occasions. I simply do not understand it!’ She shook her head, genuinely puzzled. ‘I know that I’m the daughter of a gentleman, and have been accustomed to command most every comfort throughout my life. And I am fully aware that there is a great deal of difference between comfort and out-and-out luxury, Dish, and yet I feel completely at ease here… It’s almost as if it’s…it’s my own home.’
The maid shrugged. ‘Well, that’s in no way surprising, Miss Annis, if you take a moment to consider. You’re your mother’s daughter, after all. It’s in your blood to appreciate the finer things in life. There’s no denying this is a very elegant house. But it cannot compare with the mansion your sainted mother grew up in, at least not in size. Tavistoke Court must be almost three times the size of this place, miss.’
‘I’ll need to take your word for that, Dish, because it’s unlikely I’ll ever receive an invitation to visit that particular grandiose dwelling,’ Annis returned, before she paused to consider for a moment. ‘And, to be truthful, I suppose rank curiosity was responsible in part for my agreeing to come here on Godmama’s behalf. I wanted to more than just glimpse the kind of house Mama grew up in. Of course I never imagined I would be granted the opportunity to sample such luxury for so many days.’
An element of concern was easily discernible in the maid’s homely features. ‘That’s understandable, miss. But it wouldn’t do for you to become too comfortable with this way of life.’
Annis didn’t pretend to misunderstand. ‘Don’t worry, Dish, I’m too much of a realist even to attempt to delude myself. His lordship’s reasons for wishing me to stay are honourable enough, if not wholly flattering, as he himself was the first to admit. He believes my presence will be beneficial to the ladies of the house. He has no interest in me, personally.’
Disher, however, was not altogether convinced that her engaging young mistress, who had proved to be an exceptionally good judge of character in recent years, not to mention uncannily accurate in her predictions, was correct in her judgement about everything.
The loyal maid was by no means
