A Fragile Charade

When Martha walked into my room the next morning, my eyes followed her every sigh and inflexion. To think that Martha said was having an affair with Lord Silas of all people? Is the aristocratic Lord Silas having an affair with a maid? It was almost unbelievable only that I had witnessed it happen. I did not think I could see Martha the same way again.

“My lady? Is something the matter?” quipped