Catelina stood back and Francesca came inside. Catelina saw her glance up the stairs. “Giorgio couldn’t find a wet-nurse,” she said. “He’s had to go back up to the castle, and I’ve just given the baby some goat’s milk. First time he’s stopped crying in hours, poor little thing.” She paused. “Did the apothecary say he would come?” Now she looked properly at Francesca and was taken aback by her expression. “What? What is it? What’s wrong, Francesca? What did he say?” Francesca hesitated. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t ask him because…because…” “Please—what is it?” “The girls…they said you used to work up at the Castello…” Catelina frowned at her. “Does it matter if I did?” “No, of course not, but—oh, God, I have to know—is it true that you used to work for the duchess?” “Why do you ask?”
