“What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress’s son! Your young master.”

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress.

But it’s insulting that we never get a sense of Abdul’s deeper motivations, the desires that lurk beneath his smiling, unquestioning devotion to his benefactress.

For dinner, my benefactress and I wound up at one of the city’s trendiest restaurants, Sushi Nakazawa, in the West Village.

Soon Grover is settled in Anne’s guest cottage and impressing his benefactress with his impeccable manners and mad skills with begonias.