the children’s bedrooms. Ceilings are still quite high.’ Isabelle followed her down the corridor. ‘The nursery is the fifth door on the right. This room is yours.’
Isabelle peeked inside. She was pleasantly surprised, as she had been by every aspect of the house. Being a governess, she could enjoy a position better than a servant’s, but still a long way from being a guest or a family member. Yet even though her room was not on one of the principal floors, its ceiling was embellished with a simple cornice and a central rosette. The walls were painted a buttery yellow, making the room warm, bright and cheerful—not grand like the rooms she’d already seen, but by any other standard quite impressive.
She couldn’t believe her luck. ‘It’s perfect. Thank you for showing me.’
Mrs Wright nodded. ‘T’isn’t any trouble. You may also use the small bedroom next door as a sitting room if you like, as no one else will if you don’t. The house is one of the largest in London, and it was never intended to be so empty. These rooms should be full of children, but his lordship is in no hurry to marry.’
Don’t look too interested. ‘No?’
‘No—women have thrown themselves at him since he was a lad, and I suppose he’s never seen the sense in limiting himself to one woman for the rest of his life. But he will marry some day soon, I’m sure. He understands his duty.’
Isabelle frowned slightly, but she didn’t know why exactly.
‘You’ll find Miss Weston-Burke in the nursery.’
‘Can you tell me anything about her?’ Isabelle asked as Mrs Wright turned to leave.
She paused in the doorway, frowning. ‘She’s been here for less than a fortnight, and she’s kept mostly to herself.’
‘What sort of things does she like to do?’
The housekeeper shrugged. ‘I’ve no idea. Don’t know if she likes to do anything at all.’
That was a queer thing to say. ‘What do you mean?’
‘From what I’ve gathered, mischief and mayhem are her only pursuits. According to her school report, which I took the liberty of reading as his lordship left it open on his desk, she’s the most sullen and disobedient girl they’d known in a decade. They sent her away, you know. That’s why he hired you.’
‘Oh?’ Lord Lennox had failed to mention that.
‘Indeed,’ Mrs Wright said with a smile. A rather knowing smile, Isabelle thought, as the older woman sailed away, humming.
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