The Butlers Tale
It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my smart butler’s uniform black coat, and grey waistcoat and black trousers with a single stripe awaiting instruction. My employer, or at least, my employer’s mother the dowager Lady H, was her usual disagreeable self. The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must have been in her forties though she would have passed for sixty with ease in her dowdy black widows attire. She was still in mourning for her late husband...