Prologue
Being the housekeeper of Downton wasn't easy, being the housekeeper in times of war was even more complicated. Since the war started, they began losing staff, the chauffer, the first and second footman; it was easier to remember them like this, they all went to war, only the Lord knows if they may come back.
Today was to come a new boy to work not only as a chauffeur, but also as a footman from time to time, at the present situation, very few man were willing to work at a place such as Downton, they wanted to be called men, belling it was only possible throw going to war.
There was a knock at the back door; i poked by head throw my pantry door, hopping to see the newest addition to Downton. Past Mr. Carson stood a man, taller than Charles by almost a head, but that wasn't what knocked the air out of me. That face, even without all the baby fat, she could pin point anywhere. He looked at my general direction and as soon as our eyes meet, his mouth stretched in one of the largest smiles she has even seen.
Losing balance she closed the door in shock, surprise, whatever was it was the felling weighting up on her chest, she only knew one thing, that boy was getting his stupid smile smacked out of his face before the end of the day,