"Welcome, Lord Foxbridge, so nice to see you again," the man said, and I realized I knew him—it was Young Coldicott, our Coldicott's son, who had been butler at Vere House since Mummy became Countess. Identical to his father at Foxbridge, he was a tall and handsome soldierly type of forty or so, and despite the foreign livery looked exactly like had eight years before.
"Oh, Coldicott! How nice to see you, I had no idea you were here."
"Lord Vere retained me and a handful of staff when he closed the house," he bowed and gestured for me to come inside, "due to the long association between our families. And His Excellency the Ambassador kept us on with the lease."
"That's lovely," I followed the man into the house, looking around with interest to see what the Herzoslovakians had done with the place.
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