Phoebe's praise was warm when Carrie came to clear the table, and she saw the rather austere face soften. 'Just nursery food, miss, but nice to have it appreciated. That Cindy never wanted anything but steak,' she added with a snort. 'May I help carry things down to the kitchen?' Phoebe asked diplomatically. 'Bless you, there's no need. There's a dumb waiter in the kitchenette, which saves all that toiling up and down with trays. Mr Dominic's mother had it put in.' 'Oh.' Phoebe followed, and helped load the dirty crockery. 'Is she still alive?' 'No, miss, nor his father either,' Carrie said regretfully. 'But his stepmother's still with us,' she added in a tone she tried too hard to keep neutral. 'At least, she's in Bermuda with her third husband. A gentleman given to sailing, I understand.' Phoebe's lip twitched. 'Then he's chosen the right place,' she said gravely.
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