Mary fell silent at Harry's foreboding scowl. She watched him take out the paper, and pursed her lips as she wondered what on the whole bright world he could be writing. "I'm not?" she asked, a puzzled frown forming.
Well of course she could manage it, but heavens what if she didn't want to? She turned the idea over in her mind- she didn't like to leave the children but it wouldn't be no less painful if she walked back in and Lady Stanley had her tossed out this afternoon. 'Course it wouldn't be this afternoon, since her Ladyship was busy.
"Thank you, Harry. I'm sure I'll love your house-- you have a house." She had to smile at that bit, "Mum would die o' shock. It's a lovely idea, but won't your wife be a bit put out, you surprising her with a new girl like this? I'm sure she'd rather do the hiring."