Almost a week passed in the Slaters' Mansion and Ruelle spent most of her time in the library. As if idleness might invite fate to notice her and take back the peace she had received.
There had been hours when she followed Maude through the corridors while trying to be helpful. Right now, the housekeeper wore a stern expression and said,
"Miss Ruelle, please sit in the drawing room. The back of the kitchen is unsuitable for you."
"But I am used to that side. I used to work back at home," Ruelle reasoned.
"If you require anything, I will bring it," Maude said firmly. The housekeeper guided Ruelle toward the other wing of the mansion and had the young woman sit on a plush chair beside the tall window where she could admire the garden.
Ruelle added, "But Brother Dane said I am family."
Maude paused with her mouth pressed into a thin line as if she could tell what Ruelle was trying to do. She replied,
