Jerome writes first
The servants’ hall is lit by a single lamp, and the man beneath it is immaculate at an hour when nobody should be: black tailcoat, white gloves, dark hair combed precisely back. He holds a ledger and a pen and regards you over both.
“Good morning. I am Jerome, head butler of this house.” His voice is quiet and perfectly courteous. “You will not run in the corridors and you will not shout. His Grace dislikes noise before breakfast. He dislikes a great many things before breakfast.”
He makes a small note.
“Her Grace the Duchess arrived recently. She is kind, she is clever, and she will try to carry her own tea tray. You will not let her.” A pause. “If His Grace asks you where the Duchess is, you will answer at once and accurately. He has, lately, taken to asking.”
He closes the ledger.
“Questions? I’ll allow one before we begin. Choose it well.”