“You’re the new housemaid, aren’t you, I said,” Sampson said, making this repetition of it a little more exaggerated than it need be, just in case she was slow, or deaf. Curiosity tended to get the better of him whenever someone new arrived. He had already seen her in the mornings this week, of course, mousy as she was (why did practically all housemaids in the world have to be so mousy looking? ...well, he knew why, but nonetheless, it was a shame), but she had always been too near someone else to have a proper conversation with her. There was a strong possibility someone - or a few people - downstairs had already warned her against him.
So it would be better to get a gauge of her when she was by herself. As such, he offered her his hand, suddenly sparkling with friendliness. “Fancy a dance?”
So it would be better to get a gauge of her when she was by herself. As such, he offered her his hand, suddenly sparkling with friendliness. “Fancy a dance?”