Chapter 6

What other thing Oliver knew was he couldn’t allow himself such distractions and walked the big corridors in search of the housemaid.

Passing by one of the windows he looked out. There was, as he’d assumed correctly, a huge garden in the back of the house.

The Irish hounds of the manor were running around and a man almost his age was talking to an older one. Oliver decided the gentry really did nothing much outside talking to other members of the upper classes over afternoon tea or walks in the garden.

He looked closer as the younger one was passing something to his companion when a voice cleared from behind him.

“Ahem, Mr. Abram.”

He turned.

A woman in her forties was standing behind him, hands crossed.

“I am the housekeeper, Mrs. Adelia and I’m to help you accommodate and explain the house rules.”

She paused, then smiled. &l