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She looked meek, but her eyes sparkled because he had called her Matilda and not by her last name.

A tiny step forward, perhaps?

She picked up the knife again and started on the other side of the duck and he stepped forward, took the knife from her, carved the rest of the bird with a practiced hand and laid the knife down on the table.

“Is there no one to help you?”

“They’re having their supper. I’ll stay down here until you’ve all gone home.” She selected a slice of duck and popped it into her mouth.

It was Roseanne who spoke. “Look—” she sounded worried “—we must go back. They’ll wonder where we are.”

He looked as cross as two sticks, she thought lovingly. “I shall take a tray up to my room. Good night, Mr. Scott-Thurlow, or is it goodbye?”