'True' drabble I wrote for lovebelowstairs quite some time ago. I'll stop spamming and go to bed now. :)
Elsie sighed and shut her book with a snap.
"You're not enjoying Mr Forster's latest?" Charles Carson, sharing the lamplight with her as he also read, asked.
She grimaced. "I'm not sure I need to be reminded I'm from the lower classes."
"You, Mrs Hughes, have more class in your big toe than some of the ladies who have waltzed through the front door of Downton over the years."
She reached out and squeezed his hand. "Of course, you would say that, Mr Carson."
"It's the truth," he huffed, bending to kiss her hand gently. "You're my lady, Mrs Hughes."