“I’ve made it as comprehensive as possible but may not have included all of the servants.” She sent him an apologetic smile. “There are so many of them that it’s difficult to recall.” “For now I wish to concentrate upon the people above stairs. If servants are involved they will only be so because they’re acting upon orders from their masters.” “Yes, very likely.” Lord Denver took the list and scanned it, quickly becoming absorbed. Abbey sat perfectly still, taking advantage of his preoccupation to admire his noble profile, the evenness of his features and the reassuring intelligence reflected in his eyes. He had removed his hat and the thick mass of hair spilling across his collar and lifting in the breeze fascinated her so much that she had difficulty averting her gaze. Goodness knows why. It was hardly as if she hadn’t seen a man with a fine head of hair before. Perhaps she was sickening for something. Strangely disconcerted by his close proximity she focused, with what she hoped would pass for detached interest, upon the elegance of the long fingers which curved around the edges of the paper.
