Chapter 48

Lucy sat at the schoolroom table—the schoolroom had long since been handed over to Wacey as her own domain—and twisted her pretty little hands unhappily on the dark-red, ink-stained cloth. “I wish I knew what had happened, Wacey”—that was her refrain. Wacey knew very well to what she referred. “He won’t let me talk to him, Wacey. He doesn’t see any of his friends. He comes here, and spends all his time with Wickenden and the estate people. You know that new circular saw that he has installed next to the forge? Well…