Book 1 Chapter 7
That evening, in the bedchamber, with sheaves of papers
in his hands and a deflated look on his face, Edward reported. “The cost of
repairs will be immense. I have personally gone over the operating costs, tax
revenues and incomes from all other sources available. We will never have
enough unless we use emergency funds. The worst part is only my father can give
permission for the use of emergency funds.”
“Oh dear. That’s awful,” she said, sympathetically.
“I’m going to be in such big trouble when my dad gets home.” Edward slumped into the armchair by the
window.
