She nodded. "Yes, quite sure. Won't you go on where you left off?"
"Where did I leave off?" He frowned. "Oh yes, you asked for details.
Well, what do you want to know? My wife always breakfasts in bed, so she
wouldn't want you before ten. But you'd live with us of course. I'd see
that they made you comfortable."
"If my duties did not begin before ten, there would be no need for that,"
pointed out Juliet.
He looked at her in surprise. "Of course you'd live with us! You can't
want to stay here!"
"But why not?" said Juliet. "They are very kind to me. I am very
happy here."
"Oh, nonsense!" said the squire. "You couldn't do that. I believe you're
afraid I want to make a slave of you."
"No, I am not afraid of that," said Juliet. "But go on, if you don't
mind! What happens after ten o'clock?"
"Well, she opens her letters," said the squire. "Tells you what wants
answering and how to answer it. P'raps you read the papers to her for a
bit before she gets up, and so on."
"Does that take the whole morning?" asked Juliet.
"No. She's down about twelve. Sometimes she goes for a ride then, if she
feels like it. Or she walks about the grounds, or drives out in the
dog-cart.
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