That was more than generous of him, she thought as he talked about London. No, she would not go back to London, it was no place for her. She neither nodded, nor shook her head, but listened to what he had to say first. Then she replied, “I thank ye fer that offer but I’d prefer to stay in Whitby, iffin ye pleased.” She smiled then, a tired one, but a genuine one nevertheless.

When it came to the rent and wages, her eyes widened a little at the pay he was offering. That was more than generous of him. “I… aye. I’ll be taking a larger cottage and I’ll do yer laundry and that of whoever else wishes.” That was a very generous offer. It wasn’t as if she needed the work yet, she was still comfortably padded from selling her house back where her husband had died on top of his savings and such. She wasn’t wealthy by any means, but it was something.

She was feeling overwhelmed by that point.