Chapter 41: Maria Dislikes Paris

The maid waited in the shadows until the old butler came out of the room and closed the door in his usual gentle ways. "How is he, Albert?" Sophie asked with worry between her furrowed brows. Albert walked ahead with his chin held high. The younger maid scurried along beside him. "It's not the first time he has had them, Sophie." Sophie cast a sad gaze at the carpeted floor as her legs continued to carry her at the same rapid pace as Albert. Young master's nightmares were hard to swallow. The first few times he had them, he would wake up with his eyeballs bulging from their sockets. His body would be pale, cold, and drenched in sweat. Sometimes, he would throw up. Other times, he would be shaking uncontrollably. "I know, but it's upsetting. Every time it happens, we have to keep it from Miss Maria." Albert halted and turned to her, the utmost strictness in his eyes. "We do not question the master of the house. I told you that when you first arri