She had smiled at the remark, but did not seem to want to let him help. Her job, he reminded himself – but he had spent too many years as a footman cleaning up messes without those responsible ever offering to help (why would they? they didn’t care) to want to be responsible for making her day that little bit harder. “It’s my fault, I reckon,” he said, quiet, with a slight grimace; but she had touched his shoulder, so he got the point. Stopping what he was doing, he straightened back up and instead just hovered by the chair he’d moved out the way, so that she could get to it with the mop.
“Your job always this nice?” Aubrey asked as he leant there, sympathetic and a little wry. He could not ask if she enjoyed it. He had never met a maid who would have picked her profession out of all the world.
“Your job always this nice?” Aubrey asked as he leant there, sympathetic and a little wry. He could not ask if she enjoyed it. He had never met a maid who would have picked her profession out of all the world.
Formerly known as Davis, Elijah Urquart's pet hedgehog.