She tried to appear as if she'd recovered quickly. The look in his eyes was gone instantly; she was not even sure she'd really seen it.
"Are you alright, Mr Carson?"
He squared his shoulders and intoned something pompous about Thomas. She wasn't really listening, as she was already thinking about where to put Lady Rose's band.
"...tell me why Lady Rose was downstairs?" He'd stopped talking and was looking at her expectantly. His voice was melted butter, but it would do her no good to dwell on that. Not today, when she'd already indulged in a little more staring than usual during breakfast. It wasn't often she envied cups of tea, but this morning was one of those times.
"That would be telling." Sometimes it is just too easy, she thought.
She strode past him to the doorway of her sitting room, and looked back to see him. He was standing in his doorway, dumbfounded. She could count on one hand the times she'd seen him like this.
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh, very well. I'll tell you all about it this evening. Now if you'll excuse me, I must get on."