being instructed to do so, and had helped polish the silver. He had performed the task well. But, then, everything the child attempted he did well, Brindle reminded himself. The pageâs culinary skills were quite remarkable in one so young. Even Cook had saidhe would make a fine chef if he were ever to apply himself. From the first he had proved himself to be willing and able, and so cheerful for the most part. Yet, today, for some reasonâ¦
Undecided how best to deal with the matter, Brindle gave instructions for the selection of breakfast dishes, once prepared, to be conveyed to the small back parlour, and was in the act of arranging them carefully on the side table himself when his lordship entered.
âWhereâs Georgie? Not still abed, I trust?â
After signalling the footman and parlour maid to leave the room, Brindle poured his lordship coffee. âNo, sir. But he hasnâtâerâreturned to the house yet. Heâs taken the dog for his customary morning walk.â
âI see. In that case tell him I wish to see him in the library, when he does return.â
A momentâs silence followed, then, âIâll endeavour to do my poor best, my lord.â
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It was over an hour later when the errant page finally put in an appearance. One glance at those delicate features, set in a mutinous glower, was enough to convince the Viscount that all was far from well, and that was even before he received a terse verbal confirmation.
âWell, you wanted to see me, so here I am!â
After very slowly returning his quill to the standish, his lordship gave his full attention to the slender figure still clasping the handle of the door. Naturally enough he was not accustomed to being addressed in such a manner, most especially by a member of his own household; and although it would be true to say he didnât seem able to bring himself to look upon the girl as a servant, he felt it was incumbent upon him to attempt to maintain the status quo.
âI believe I warned you before that Iâm not above taking a birch rod to impertinent children,â he said, oh, so very quietly. âI shall not remind you of it a third time, Georgie. So, for your own continued comfort, I would suggest you close the door, come over here and tell me what has put your nose out of joint.â
At least part of the advice was heeded. She did, after a moment or two, close the door and slowly approach the desk, but remained stubbornly silent. A less tolerant man might have lost his patience at this point. His lordship, however, out of consideration for her sex, was determined to maintain a calm authority.
âAnd Iâm still awaiting an explanation,â he reminded her gently.
If anything the mutinous expression became more marked before she finally unlocked tightly compressed lips to say, âThe only reason Iâm here is because I wish to make it perfectly plain that it wasnât Brindleâs fault that I didnât attend you at breakfast. So you mustnât blame him. He passed on your message, butâ¦but I was in a bad mood, and so went out.â
His lordship sighed heavily when she volunteered nothing further. âWe progress, but not very rapidly. Might I be permitted to know why you awoke in such a bad humour? You seemed happy enough last night when I left you.â
When she lowered her eyes and stared steadfastly down somewhere in the region of the standish on his desk, he began to fear heâd learn little else without resorting to coercion. âDid something occur on the homeward journey to upset you?â he asked, grasping at straws. Then a clear memory returned, and he recalled she had seemed rather subdued, after his meeting with a decidedly flamboyant baronet. âIt wasnât Sir Willoughby Trentâs nonsensical suggestion about selling you to him that upset you, was it?â
It took a few moments but eventually blue eyes did meet his above the
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