Elizabeth Bailey – Misfit Maid (страница 13)

Maidie frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Since I have been thrust into a position where I may well have to figure as your trustee, I had better know the true facts of your inheritance.’

‘But I have told you!’ Maidie protested. ‘Do you suppose I have been lying to you?’

‘You have scarcely told me anything at all, and you cannot expect me to have made head or tail of the rigmarole you did tell me. But at least I must get a straight story from a lawyer.’

‘Do as you please,’ Maidie said huffily. ‘I have nothing to hide.’ She thought for a moment, and then added, ‘Besides, it is a good opportunity for us to come to terms.’

Delagarde glanced frowningly down at her. ‘Terms?’

‘Yes, of course. You need not think I should expect you to do all this for nothing. And I am sure you will find the charge less troublesome when we have agreed how much I should pay you for serving me.’

For a stunned moment, Delagarde could say nothing at all. He held in his horses with automatic skill as he guided them through the turn into Piccadilly. Then he found his tongue, throwing a quick look at the calm figure at his side.

‘You wish to pay me?’

Maidie frowned up at his profile. ‘What is the matter now? You need not be embarrassed to admit that your pockets are to let. I should have thought you would be only too glad of the opportunity to obtain some easy money.’

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