'No mistress, no live-in lover…no, none of those things. Why,' he said in a voice loaded with mockery, 'is it disturbing you to this extent, Mrs Hastings? Please, do explain.'

Davina set her teeth and said impatiently, 'Because if someone needs mothering it's got to be a motherless child…' She stopped and glared at him. 'Then I have to tell you I never work for single men, Mr Warwick,' she said. 'And I'll even tell you why! Single men, be they widowers or whatever, for reasons best known to themselves, tend to regard housekeepers as fair game- which you yourself proved as soon as you laid eyes on me. So what we have here now is not that the agency misrepresented me to you, but you to me.' She smiled, but not with her eyes; in fact they were as cold as ice. 'They actually told me you had a wife and daughter. I wonder why they would have done that, Mr Warwick, since you've made it so obvious it's not so?'

He was silent for a moment then a faint smile twisted his lips and he said smoothly, 'It had to be a misunderstanding, I'm afraid. What I have is a stepmother and a half-sister all bearing the name of Warwick. So that anyone checking the names in the household would have come across a Mr Warwick, a Mrs Warwick-there'll be two of those in fact, and a Miss Warwick aged eight. I would imagine that's how things got garbled, Mrs Hastings, wouldn't you agree? Moreover, the other Mrs Warwick is my grandmother-I wonder if you feel that array of woman-power on the scene is enough to keep you safe from the ravages of single men, Mrs Hastings? I'd be really interested to know.'

Davina stared at him and could have killed whoever it was at the agency who had 'garbled' things. Then she retorted, 'And I'd be really interested to know how you would hope to get away with presenting a housekeeper who resembles a B-grade film starlet to your stepmother, your half-sister and your grandmother!'