Whatever could it mean, she wondered? With a flutter of anticipation, she had, of course, recognized the handsome gentleman from Selinda’s ball. Used as she was to an existence devoted to diversion, the ghost had found recent events somewhat dampening, despite her keen interest. Thus she was now in high alt that, at last, something pleasant and perhaps even promising seemed to be in the offing. After the marked success of her morning’s eavesdropping—however unnerving its revelations had been—the ghost had been disappointed to find that nothing of any note had been discussed in the servants’ domain. They seemed to be, for the most part, an exceedingly lazy, churlish bunch, more concerned with avoiding work and lining their own pockets than attending to their duties. These they performed with such amazing inattention that the likelihood of their garnering gossip of even the most superficial variety was highly unlikely. Moreover, from what she had thus far seen of the household’s operations, Lady Sybil doubted that any of the ill-sorted crew had had the least exposure to the workings of a well-run establishment.
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