Mr Todd Jenkins wondered into the Servant's Hall were he discovered Katherine Wilcox sitting at the large table that was in the centre of the room alone while she repaired a garment which belonged to Lady Sarah Brandon, "Where is everyone?" Mr Jenkins asked.
"They have gone down to the village because there is some travelling salesman which has set up at the pub for the afternoon," Katherine said.
Mr Jenkins crossed the Servant's Hall before he sat down at the table beside Katherine, "Alone at last but however they should not have allowed for both footman to go," Mr Jenkins placed His Lordship's tailcoat upon the table to repair one of the buttons which was coming loose, "does Mr Westfall know?" Mr Jenkins asked.
"Mrs Mills does as she has gone down with them but they should not be long," Katherine said.
Mr Jenkins looked across the table from His Lordship's evening tailcoat to the garment which Katherine held in her hands as she sowed the pieces of fabric together to repair the tear, "So you tend to the young ladies as well as your supposed to be the Head Housemaid which indicates that you should put in for a raise," Mr Jenkins said.
Katherine looked up into the direction of Mr Jenkins after she had competed repairing the tear in Lady Sarah's garment, "What does supposed to be meant to mean?" Katherine asked.
Mr Jenkins and Katherine stared at each other which caused them to smile before they chuckled. Katherine lowered her eyes from Mr Jenkins and down to the wooden surface of the table because she was ashamed as this was the first time that she had laughed since the departure of Mr Leopold Graves. The sound of the small golden bell which was on the wall above the golden font door sign which caused the two relaxing servants to tense at the sound of the bell chiming, "I thought that they should not have let both of the footman go," Mr Jenkins said.
The small golden bell rang frantically again for the second time which caused for Katherine to turn and face Mr Jenkins, "You shall have to answer the door, Mr Jenkins because alas Mr Westfall would not like for a housemaid to answer the door," Katherine said.
Mr Jenkins nodded before he rose from the chair and the two servants dashed up the Servant's Stairwell towards the Great Hall. Mr Jenkins approached and opened the front door to stare into the face of a small fat bolding man in a brown suit as he moved away from the leaver which was connected to the bell which rang in the Servant's Hall, "Apologies for the wait, Sir," Mr Jenkins greeted.
"I am here to see Lord Charleston," The Man said.
"Is His Lordship expecting you, Sir?" Mr Jenkins asked.
"No but alas he shall be rather interested in what I intend to share with him," The Man said.
"Apologies, Sir but alas His Lordship is not present but if you would do me the pleasure of leaving your name and address..."
The man raised his right hand directly into the face of Mr Jenkins, "Do not get high and mighty with me because I do not know who you are but alas I do know that Mr Benjamin Westfall is the butler of this house," The Man interrupted.
"Does your business concern Mr Westfall?" Mr Jenkins asked.
"It might do," The Man said.
"Excuse me for a moment, Sir," Mr Jenkins closed the front door over before he wondered away from the door across the entrance hall to the place were Katherine stood, "Katherine, please fetch Mr Westfall as fast as you can," Katherine nodded while the front door opened before the man wondered into the Entrance Hall uninvited towards Mr Jenkins and Katherine, "use the front door," Katherine lowered her head before she dashed passed the man towards the open front door while the man smirked at Katherine, "would you like to come with me, Sir," Mr Jenkins said gesturing towards the Great Hall were he intended to take him down to the Servant's Hall.
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