The butler gave Minerva a pleading look. “Please don’t confuse me further, my lady. I have quite enough to be getting on with now that Master Griffin is in the house.” “I beg your pardon,” Griff protested. Stafford ignored him and kept his attention on Minerva. She nodded with all the sageness a woman in her assumed position might hope to have. “I quite understand. Truly.” Griff looked between the two of them in disgruntlement, though most of it was pretended. “I am right here, you know.”
