Madam? Madam?

He bent and picked it up, holding it at a little distance, narrowing his eyes as he peered at the spine to see for himself what had held her in such thrall. ‘Wuthering Heights?’

His tone was as withering as any east wind blasting the Yorkshire Moors. Not content with practically killing her, he apparently felt entitled to criticise her taste in literature.

‘You can read?’ she enquired.

Ellie, rapidly tiring of his attitude, had aimed for polite incredulity. She’d clearly hit the bullseye-with the incredulity, if not the politeness-and as he turned his blue eyes on her she rapidly rethought the colour range.

Steel. Slate…

‘If someone helps me with the long words,’ he assured her, after the longest pause during which her knee, the good one, buckled slightly.

Then, realising what he’d said, it occurred to her that, despite all evidence to the contrary, he possessed a sense of humour, and she waited for the follow-up smile, fully prepared to forgive him and return it with interest, given the slightest encouragement. She wasn’t a woman to hold a grudge.

‘But I only bother if there’s some point to the exercise.’

No smile.

He patted his top pocket. ‘Did you notice what happened to my glasses?’he asked, handing her the book.

Ellie was sorely tempted to use it to biff him up the other side of his head, tell him to find his own damn glasses and leave him to it. But she liked living in this house. Actually, no. She loved living in this house. Especially when the owner was a long way away, out of the country, doing whatever it was that philologists did on research assignments.

There was something special about buffing up the oak handrail on banisters that had been polished by generations of hands. Cleaning a butler’s sink installed not as part of some trendy restoration project but when the house was new, wondering about all the poor women who’d stood in the same spot, up to their elbows in washing soda for a few shillings a week. Sleeping in the little round tower that some upwardly mobile Victorian merchant with delusions of grandeur had added to lend his house a touch of the stately homes.