“Mrs Birch in outdoor clothes was standing by the bed, holding a small tray. 'Coffee, miss,' she announced. 'Mr Lord will be back soon. I'd be ready if I were you. He hates being kept waiting.' Catriona was sorely tempted to proclaim her total indifference to Mr Lord's likes and dislikes, but she knew that under the circumstances, that would be churlish. 'The bathroom's just across the hall, and I've put clean towels in there in case you want a shower,' Mrs Birch went on. 'Now if that's all, mis...s, I'll be getting along.' 'Thank you. You've been very kind,' Catriona said sincerely. 'It's been a pleasure,' Mrs Birch replied brightly. 'I hope we meet again, miss. And if I might say so'—she lowered her voice confidentially—'I wouldn't wear the jeans, miss. Not up West anyway. Fine for the Kings Road, but I don't suppose you'll be going there.' And she was gone. Catriona finished her coffee and slid out of bed. The unpopular jeans and her shirt were lying on the dressing stool and she picked them up, her face a little mutinous.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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