A/N: Hi, everyone! I thought we could use another fic involving Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson as there can never be enough! I love these two characters (but not as much as they love each other! ;D)!
This one'll only be a short one, I think. Possibly two chapters. Maybe three.
Merry reading!

Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes were sharing the leftover wine from the family's dinner. The rest of the staff had retired to their rooms (apart from Anna and Mr Bates who were sat in the servants' hall).

"What a day, Mrs Hughes," Carson sighed.

"Indeed, Mr Carson," Mrs Hughes nodded. "Indeed."

"I'm glad you walked into the library when you did, seeing Mrs Crawley's expression, I thought she was going to start throwing books at Her Ladyship."

"Well, Mrs Crawley's had a very eventful day herself."

"What do you mean by that?"

Mrs Hughes started laughing to herself.

Mr Carson raised an eyebrow, "Mrs Hughes?"

"I promised that I would keep it a secret," She laughed. "And that I will!"

"Come now, Mrs Hughes, you and I both know that you will not be able to keep from telling for too long."

"Oh, very well," She sighed. "But you must promise not to say a word!"

"I am much better at keeping promises than you are." He teased.

For that, he received Mrs Hughes' famous glare, "Do you want me to tell you or not?"

"I apologise. Please go on."

"Well, you see…"

Mrs Hughes was just about to walk down the servants' stairs when she heard someone calling her name. She turned around to see Isobel hurrying after her.

"Are you alright, Mrs Crawley?

"I've been meaning to ask your opinion on something, Mrs Hughes."

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss the Dowager Countess…"

Isobel laughed, "Oh no, not that. Is there somewhere we can talk in private?"

"I'm quite busy at the moment, Mrs Crawley…"

"Later then?"

"Of course," Mrs Hughes smiled.

"I'm surprised you did find the time with all that is happening," Mr Carson laughed.

"Why do you think I got here so late? We met after she had eaten dinner with the family."

"And?"

"Well, if you would let me finish, I will tell you!"

"Of course, Mrs Hughes. Again, I apologise."

"Never mind, Mr Carson. Anyhow…"

Mrs Hughes led Isobel into the small library.

"What did you wish t-" Before she could finish, Mrs Hughes was interrupted.

"Good evening, Mrs Hughes, Mrs Crawley." Anna and Mr Bates said in sync.

Isobel thought that she'd never get the chance to talk to Mrs Hughes. Despite Anna and Bates being servants, she wouldn't feel right asking them to leave when they were there first. She knew what it was like to be in love and knew, even more than they did, that they should spend as much time with each other as they could.

"Mrs Crawley, how about I bring us some tea in my sitting room?" Mrs Hughes smiled.

Isobel was sat to the right of the table when Mrs Hughes came back with the tea. She placed the tray on the table and took the seat to the left.

"Now, what was it that you wanted my opinion on?"

When Isobel replied, Mrs Hughes almost choked on her tea.