She sighed and visibly relaxed when she saw Jack. ‘Thank goodness it’s only you, sir,’ she said, opening the door wide. ‘Only me?’ asked Jack, coming into the hall. He shed his panama into Lizzie’s waiting hands, his eyes crinkling in a smile. ‘I’m devastated, Lizzie.’ Lizzie’s hand flew to her mouth. ‘I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean it like that. Of course I didn’t, only I’ve done nothing this morning but run back and forth to the door and the telephone with blessed reporters all a-clamouring for the mistress to talk to them. There’s been more than a few,’ she added with a certain amount of pride, ‘who want to talk to me, would you believe! I reckon my name’s going to be in the paper too! Cheek, I calls it. Not that,’ she said virtuously, ‘you’ll catch me saying nothing I shouldn’t but they sort of worm things out you, don’t they? Cook told me to mind my tongue but I said to her, I hopes I know better than to stand and gossip to the likes of them with nothing better to do than to waste honest folks’ time.
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