Having eaten her fill, Helena produced an expensive-looking napkin, silk and cotton with lace edges and her initials embroidered in one corner. It was a relic of her better days. She dabbed the corners of her mouth before gratefully accepting the cup of tea offered by one of the maids.<br/><br/>Her focus turned back to her companion then. "A kind mistress, that's a thing to be cherished." And Mr Cockley seemed to be doing exactly that, she noticed that though he wasn't silent on the subject of his lady, there was no sordid gossip there, no spiteful remarks. He seemed to be respectful, admiring even.<br/><br/>It made the governess curious to meet his mistress though of course there was no way she could go upstairs and mingle with the guests.<br/><br/>"You are employed as a coachman then...?" She asked as she sipped her tea.