“He wanted stability so much that he spent his whole life serving a man who never appreciated it. Or who appreciated him.” “Maisey!” Sloane protested, but it was no use. “I was right,” I insisted. “It is a sad book.” “Well, I’ll be damned.” Arthur put his hands down and looked at me with a new light in his eyes. “The housewife might not be as bad at this as I feared.”
