CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
“Destiny? You came?”
“Well, it’s not me garnet necklace walking in on its two feet.”
No. She hadn’t died. No. It wasn’t the sole reason she was here. Although it would have been the sole reason if she wasn’t. As the clock struck five she’d understood, one thing. That was the team of excisemen, disguised as painters--London painters no less--who’d arrived, and, by the time the clock struck six, deposited their scaffolding all over the dining room floor and table. After, some might say, she'd given specific orders about that too. Did he think she didn’t know what he was about here?
Having come back down off that particular ceiling though, wasn’t she about to win first prize in the having the ace up her sleeve competition?
And while she understood he was meant to be playing the part of new master and house designer, she’d be playing that ace too, if he didn’t get that scaffolding out of here again by the time the clock struck ten.