The Lonely Lord
“You rang, sir?”
“Ah, Jenkins. This big house is so empty since her Ladyship died.”
“Indeed, sir. The entire estate is grieving.”
“How does one manage?”
“Friends and family, sir.”
“She was my family, my dearest friend. What was that sweet music last night?”
“A hymn sing in the servant’s hall, sir. We remembered all her Ladyship’s favorites.
“Might I join you next time?”
“It wouldn’t be proper, sir.”
“Thank you, Jenkins. That will be all.”
Jenkins returned to the warm companionship of his fellows, as Lord Lexington stared out at his wife’s beloved garden, springing green after the rain.