aloud.
In the gallery, Miss Mortimer had much to say of the costumes of the women in the portraits. She seemed quite knowledgeable about styles and fabrics. She showed little interest in the people in the portraits, which for Kate was just as well, since the housekeeper had not yet been given a thorough tour of the gallery herself. Then they came to a huge canvas depicting the late earl, his second wife, and his five children.
Kate looked closely at the young men in the picture. It had been made when the current earl was a very young adolescent, but already he had shown the high cheekbones and fine physique that would characterize the grown man. His older brothers, on the other hand, seven and nine years older than he, hadâeven then, in their twentiesâshown signs of dissipation. She studied closely the two younger children in the portrait, a little girl about five, and a little boy of perhaps eight years. This child was of special interest to Kate, for he had grown up to become Lieutenant Robert Chilton, a particular friend to Arthur and to her. She smiled at seeing the manâs friendly grin on the face of a child Nedâs age.
âHmm. I must say, Lord Kenrickâthe current one, I meanâdoes not resemble his eldest brother,â Miss Mortimer commented. âWhich is probably a blessing,â she added with a giggle.
Kate did not respond, but showed the ladies to another section of the house. She opened the drapes in the music room and in another, smaller, drawing room, which was sparsely furnished.
âThis room will be perfect for entertaining lady friends,â Miss Mortimer said.
âCharlotte!â her mother admonished.
Kate pretended not to notice the older womanâs speaking look at her daughter.
Miss Mortimer laughed. âNever mind, Mama. We both know I am not one to count my chickens before they are hatched.â She laughed againâtriumphantly, it seemed. âAnd I believe mine are being hatched even as we speak.â
Again, Kate politely ignored the exchange between mother and daughter, but she could not ignore her own inward reaction. Miss Mortimerâs crassness and her possessive attitude were grating, but as Lord Kenrickâs housekeeper, Kate could evince little interest in her employerâs personal life.
They continued the tour with the housekeeper dutifully showing such of the guest rooms as were presentable. Chambers occupied by Lady Elinor and Lord Kenrick were, of course, out of bounds, but the adjoining chambers of the master suiteâthose of the long absent countessâwere not.
âA charming suite,â Miss Mortimer pronounced them, âthough, please, not lavender and purple.â She put a finger to her cheek. âHmm. Bright yellow, perhaps. I am one of those rare women who can wear yellows.â
Kate was fast developing a disgust of the other womanâs seeing everything in terms of herself. But the behavior of a guest was none of the housekeeperâs business, now, was it?
Finally, Miss Mortimer asked, âHave we seen it all, then? That is, all that is showable now?â
âAll but the nursery,â Kate said. âThat section of the house is the domain of Lady Cassandra, who is cared for there.â
âOh, but we must see that too,â Miss Mortimer insisted.
âIf you insist . . .â Kate was reluctant to thrust strangers upon the child.
âBut of course. We could not possibly visit Kenrick Hall without paying our respects to dear Crannie,â Miss Mortimer gushed. âShe was once my nurse, you know and lately Mamaâs companion. She is like a member of our family. It was I who recommended her to his lordship.â
In the nurseryâs main room, she gushed even more. She made a point of greeting Nurse Cranstan effusively and Kate noted that the nurse basked in such attention.
âHow are you, really, Crannie? I would not have you unhappy.â
âI am quite
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