“With the poor harvest last fall, some much-needed repairs for the tenants’ cottages have been put on hold,” Jack said.
“I see. I want to find out exactly what the tenants need. Shall we plan to ride out tomorrow to check?”
“Of course, my lord. Whatever time is convenient for you, I’m at your service.”
“While I have you here, I notice the garden is quite overgrown. Can you recommend a gardener?”
“Of course. As a matter of fact, I know that Mr. Swifton’s cousin, Sam Clifford, is looking for work. I could arrange for him to come for an interview if you like,” the steward said.
“Mr. Swifton is the stablemaster, correct?”
“Yes, my lord. He’s been at Dandridge Manor for a good many years and is very reliable.”
“Where is Mr. Clifford now?”
“I believe he’s currently in London looking for work, but I’m sure he can be here in a few days’ time.”
“Send a note to Mr. Clifford and ask him to come for an interview.”
“Of course, my lord. I’ll check with Mr. Swifton for his address and contact him.”
“Good. Make it happen.”
“Of course, my lord.”