Servants Series 2

by ss9

Continuation of BBC series Servants: The men return from Cumberland

6. Episode 6a

The next morning Mr Jarvis and Mr Adams received a summons from the Earl to see him after breakfast. Dutifully they arrived and were joined moments later by a worried Mrs Stanwick. They entered the Earls study only to find that the audience also include Gwen and the rather more hostile Lord and Lady Fiffington-Piffles.

"Are Jarvis there you are, well man what's the meaning of all this then?"

Jarvis looked from Mr Adams to Mrs Stanwick, neither of them appeared to know what the Earl was blathering on about, and this annoyed him it made him out to be unprofessional not knowing what was going on under his very nose. Swallowing his pride he asked, "I'm sorry sir but to what in particular are you referring?"
Lord and Lady F-P snorted simultaneously at this as if not surprised at Jarvis's stupidity, after all he is only a servant.

"We are talking, my dear man, about the shameful neglect and dereliction of duty of your staff, leaving my children alone like that letting them wander off into the house to find help, anything could have happened to them. From now on I insist that they are properly supervised and not by some silly kitchen maid, I want one of your senior staff to take responsibility for them whilst they are here, they should be treated with the respect and deference due to their rank and not looked after by savages." Lady F-P finished waving her fan inches from Jarvis face to emphasis her point.

"Quite right my dear!" Added Lord F-P, "well man out with out what are you going to do? This needs sorting out now, I can't be doing with all this bandying about."

Jarvis who had been taking this tirade patiently risked a glance to his other staff members to see their reaction. Mrs Stanwick looked as though she would burst into tears any moment, but Mr Adams was fighting a grin. Typical Jarvis thought I save his life twice and yet he still gets pleasure out of seeing me brought to task. For a moment Jarvis stood there unable to think of an answer, one of the senior staff to act as nursemaid, well it couldn't be him, nor any of the footmen, Felix would be unable to resist throttling them and as much as he'd like to inflict them on Mrs Stanwick even she had far too much work to do. That only left one viable option.
"Well in that case Mr Adams, the under-butler will take charge of your children whilst they are here." Said Jarvis risking another glance at Mr Adams the grin now gone from his face but all protestations died on his tongue as the Earl now satisfied the matter had been sorted signalled them to leave.

Next scene. Adams has decided, most reluctantly, to take the children outside, hoping that a good run around in the grounds would tire them out and that they would sleep all afternoon. He couldn't have underestimated their energy more. They would run and run until they were specks on the horizon, and he would have to chase after them, but they ran so far they ended up in a large clump of trees, so densely packed that very little light was let in, and soon Adams had lost them. Calling out their names, he wandered further into the trees, and soon ended up completely disorientated as pigeons and owls cooed in the darkness. Little did he know that, after leading him a merry dance, they had already left the trees far behind and were heading back up towards the house, giggling at their naughtiness.

Lord and Lady F-P were sat in the ornamental garden with the Earl, George standing over Lady F-P, completely unamused, holding her umbrella over her head to protect her. The Earl had ordered Jarvis to remain put, as either the Lord or Lady could want anything at any time, so he had to stand perfectly still in the heat of the day until Lady F-P needed a glass of iced water, or a clean handkerchief, or the temperature of the sun turning down, or the moon on a stick……. His mind had begun to wander and he thought of Flora again, and how much he was missing her, until he suddenly saw three small dots running towards them. He couldn't believe his eyes – it was the children. Without Adams. Away in the distance. The gentry had failed to notice. Yet.

Lady F-P fanning herself: Oh, it is so hot today! I certainly couldn't go and live in India, the wretched place. It would be absolutely ghastly, completely wrong for my sensitivities.

Lord F-P: I'm sure you and the children could grow to like it. We would have many servants and we would only have to pay them a penny a year or something! In fact I'm sure we could have slaves, saving us a bob or two.

Lady Caroline: Oh, I think I have to agree with Fanny, Freddie. I'm sure it would be completely beastly, and anyway the journey over would be horrific. One could never be sure what diseases one could be attracting on the way, or even once there.

The children were now much closer, and their giggling could be heard now. Jarvis, rooted to the spot, can only wait helplessly until their parents spot them, or begin to care a little about them. He may be waiting forever for that to happen.

Rupert running – or rather bouncing – up to Lady F-P: Mummy, mummy, mummy!

Crispin pointing to the woods: Mr Adams took us into the woods, then he ran away, leaving us all on our own!

Perpetua begins to sob loudly, crocodile tears streaming down her face. Her mother's only reaction is to shake her head. Cuddling was very much out of the question

Lord F-P To Jarvis, who was surprised he even noticed his presence: What is the meaning of this! Where is that wretched under-butler of yours, and what the hell does he think he's playing at!

Jarvis, completely dumbfounded, had his suspicions that maybe Adams wasn't to blame for once.

The Earl: I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for this. Turning to J and hissing Go and find Adams! NOW!

Not knowing where to begin, Jarvis dashes back inside to find Will and Fred to help him look. The children may be correct about the woods, he decides, so that's where he orders Will and Fred to start looking. After a half an hour search, it seems completely hopeless

Fred: Aw, mate, this is stupid. He could be anywhere.

Will grinning and shouting: Oi, Andrew! Where are you!

Fred sighing and slumping against a tree: I'm going back, it's lunch time and it's his own sodding fault if he's lost.

Back up at the house, Mrs Stanwick has been given 'custody' of the children. Shaking her head, she hurries them back inside and stops them in the hallway

Mrs S crouching down: So, who likes cookery?

All three screw up their faces. She changes tack

Mrs S: Who would like to help Mr Kraus in the kitchen? You could make biscuits and scones!

Still a negative reaction. Her good nature done with, she stands up and orders them to the kitchen whether they like it or not. Kraus stops dead when he sees the children burst into his precious kitchen, staring in shock at Mrs S

Kraus in harsh whisper as the children start running round the table: What is the meaning of this, Mrs Stanwick! I am a professional chef, not some nanny! Get them out of here!

Mrs S calmly: Oh, Mr Kraus, I'm sure you can keep them entertained for a little while. I suggested to them that they make biscuits.

Kraus almost exploding: BISCUITS! Felix Kraus doesn't make BISCUITS!

But before he could finish his rant she had left and the children were under the table, trying to trip Kraus up with a rolling pin. This was going to get nasty, he thought, but biscuits it was, maybe with just a hint of rat poison…….

Meanwhile, Jarvis was now having a rather strict talking to, to Grace Jarvis: What were you thinking of, leaving those children to run round the house?

Grace: Well- they wanted to play hide and seek. And, they ran off really quickly, before I could stop them.

Jarvis: You didn't have this much trouble last time.

Grace looking bemused: Well, they were a handful even then, and they're older now, which makes them harder to deal with.

Jarvis: Well, everyone is having trouble with them, but you still should have tried to keep them from running off, now I have to attach a senior servant to them, and none of us has the time to spare.

Grace looking rather ashamed: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble for you.

Jarvis: I now, I shouldn't have asked you to do it, but you did it last time. Lord Harry wasn't anything like they are, and we don't have a nanny here.

Grace almost in tears: Well, I'm really sorry I couldn't do any better, honestly I am.

Jarvis Preoccupied about something, his tone entirely insensitive: Yes, well, suddenly noticing a tear on her cheek you can clear yourself up, and go and find Mrs Stanwick, where ever she is, and find out what you can do instead.

Grace Walking to the door: Yes Mr Jarvis, sorry Mr Jarvis.

Grace walks out, and goes to dry her eyes. After she has done so, she bumps into Lizzie, walking from the kitchen to the pantry

Lizzie: What did Mr Jarvis want you for?

Grace: Oh, he had a right go at me, for not supervising those monsters properly.

Lizzie: It wasn't your fault, they ran out. And they feed their parents lies, which they of course believe.

Grace: Yes, George told me what happened to him, but their parents think they're little angels.

Lizzie: Well, what are you supposed to do for the rest of the day?

Grace: Mr Jarvis told me to go and find Mrs Stanwick, who'll tell me to do something, I s'pose.

Lizzie giggling: Mrs Stanwick!

Grace: Yes, do you know where she is?

Lizzie: Yes, she tried to unload those brats onto Kraus, wanted them to make biscuits or something. It was total mayhem in the kitchen when I left, just now. And they were only starting to lay out the ingredients.

Grace: Is Mrs Stanwick in there?

Lizzie: I'm not sure, I think she wanted to leave, but when I left she was still in there.

Grace: Well I better go and find her. See you at dinner.

Lizzie heading off to the pantry: Alright.

Meanwhile Fred and Will who had decided to abandon Adams to his fate, made their way back to the house, however on the outskirts of the wood they see a figure leaning up against a tree wheezing slightly.

W: What happened to you?

A: Those blasted brats ran in here and I had to follow them and I lost them. Do any of yous know where they are?

F: Yeah they are in the kitchen making biscuits with Kraus. I'm sure that he is having a time of his life.

W: Oh yeah, J's on the war path with you. You better go to him first and tell what happened.

A: Great.

(A runs towards the house leaving Fred and Will laughing and walking back leisurely)

A finally finds J who looks as if he is about to explode with anger with him.

J: Where were you? I told you to watch over those kids and look at what you do. You lose them the first hour you have them. What have you got to say then?

A: Sorry it's just that they ran into the woods and I had to follow them before I lost them. I was right behind them until I tripped over a stupid root.

J: I don't care about your excuses. Get into that kitchen and take those kids off Mrs S and Kraus immediately as I am sure that they do not want to look after them any more than you do.

A: Yes Sir. Right away, Sir.

(A runs down the corridor and into the kitchen)

K: I am sorry but they have to cook in the oven before you eat or they won be edible. (Kraus looks as if he is about to strangle them)

(Mrs S sees A in the doorway)

S: Ahhh Mr Adams. I see you have come back from your trip.

(The Children laugh at this as they know exactly what happened and he did have a slight trip)

A: Yes (with a note of annoyance in his voice) Mr Jarvis has asked me to take these children off your hands as it was my responsibility in the first place so if you don't mind I'll leave as soon as possible with them.

Crispin: But I don't want to leave. I wan to eat my biscuits.

S: You can go and play with Mr Adams first then you can come back and eat your cookies when they are finished baking in the oven. How about that?

C: Oh in that case why not. We can look at the horses in the stable. Come on Perpetua, Repurt I'll race you to it.

(They all run out to the stables with Adams chasing after them again)

However there was little time to relax and celebrate, no sooner had the monsters left then preparations had to be made for the farewell supper that was supposed to be taking place in four hours time. The Earl had specified no expense was to be spared, as this was his last chance to impress his guests, however even though Kraus's kitchen had managed to survive the children's cookery lesson, his fire fighting kills were soon put to the test. In the haste to get started on the feast they had forgotten the children's' biscuits baking in the oven and by the time they remembered the kitchen it was covered in a cloud of black smoke.

Somehow despite all these difficulties and Mr Kraus threatening to garrotte the next person who asked for gingerbread men; they were able to put the feast together in time. Tonight not only were the F-P' guests but also the local bishop and the captain of her majesties guard and his officers who were on manoeuvres in the locality. The prospect of officers in uniform proved such a temptation for the girls that they kept risking glances of the hall. It wasn't long before dinner was served in the grand dinning room, Jarvis kept strict control over the footmen and so Will found it difficult to catch Lady Caroline's eye preoccupied as she was with a young cavalry officer.

Cut to the Grand Dining hall, where the evening meal was well underway, with conversation returning to the events of the day.

"And did my ears deceive me, did I actually hear of one of your MAIDS impotently and, I hardly need add shamefully discussing politics! Shocking behaviour of the highest order! Indeed, women today, heaven forbid, they'll be getting the vote next - then where would we be!" Scoffed Lord FP.

"Oh darling, really, do not say such things, you know full well the notion tears my poor nerves to shreds" Lady FP wailed.

"Oh, as it does all of us Lady FP." chirped up Gwen. "I don't think I could muster the strength to go to a polling station - is that what they are called? Ghastly places"

"Quite right!" Agreed the Earl, right on queue as Gwen turned to him, clearly having noted that the FPs were impressed with her assertions.

Lady C, tiring of the derogatory and utterly pompous conversation, let her eyes wander around the room, but not for long, as they soon found their target. Will was standing by, poised for action in the all too likely event that the vintage Chardonnay would creep above Lady FPs desired temperature - rendering it "undrinkable swill".

She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, settling them on Gwen who was brazenly fawning over the Earl. Wills eyes followed her lead, but then both pairs retreated to their starting points. Lady C silently laughed scornfully at the situation - Will could tell by the way her mouth curled up at the corners and the way her head rocked backwards. She resumed her meal with a brief head-shake and raised eyebrow, wondering what idiocies Gwen would come out with next. Meanwhile, Will kept an eye on her for a few puzzling moments.

He had two lines on enquiry. Firstly - what was she thinking? Last night he had suspected Lady C felt some animosity towards her father's new (horse!) riding partner, but their synchronised exchange of glances had been confirmations. Secondly, what was this? Why was he even giving these notions the time of day? The only answer he could find was that he actually felt sorry for her. Sure, she'd never done a days work in her life of privileges, but money couldn't buy good company - those at the head of the table, (the FPs, Gwen and the Earl) served as convincing testimony to this, but then again the soldiers were all brawn, no brains, and he didn't even want to get started on the clergy.

Neither, he came to the conclusion was he to be bought. Whilst he had found the amateur piano tutoring session of the previous evening to be rather pleasant, an escape from life 'downstairs', sympathy was not the basis of a relationship, especially not the kind when all signs point to doom from the outset. After all, what would she possibly see in him? Best not go there Will thought, it was one thing to reject (albeit theoretically) an attractive woman, but it was quite another for him to change the habits of a lifetime and start putting himself down - even if his ego would be able to bear it better than most.

Across the room, similar threads were rushing through Lady Cs mind, though paradoxically, they were not in regards to the footman. Instead, hers were fixed on the matter, which had by now, all but consumed her - the growing influence Gwen was attaining over her father. Caroline knew very well what drew Gwen to him, like a moth the flame or more accurately in her view, like a parasite to its host. However, besides her womanly charms, Lady C could perceive little, if any virtues Gwendolyn could present to the Earl. His daughter was thoroughly convinced that the match could not be considered as anything other than highly reprehensible, in all lights.

She was awakened from her trance by a sharp tug on her right hand. She looked up, over her shoulder to see Will standing over her, which raised a smile. Caroline was instantly brought her senses as he prised the fish knife from her strained grasp, before hurriedly returning to the kitchen before she could even think of trying to arrange a meeting between the two.

Luckily, in one respect at least, no one seem to notice she had forged an indent into the table, but in another, it became all too apparent that, on the surface, this invisibility was precisely the problem. Not one of her fellow diners managed to notice the fact that she was shaking, and little greater concern was expressed when she excused herself prematurely, citing a migraine. However, the real headache would have been to endure the two happy and equally absurd couples any longer.

Once the meal was finally over, the remaining ladies rose from their chairs to retire to the drawing room to gossip and titter while the gentlemen were to 'discuss matters of vital importance and significance' in the library. Or gossip too. Jarvis often wondered why political gossip was considered any more intelligent than the women's sexual gossip; all too often he would hear, when serving both the ladies then the gentlemen with their after dinner aperitifs, that there was little or practically no difference between the two. The men may start off with good intentions, but political debate would turn rather quickly to which inconsequential MP was putting it about with which other inconsequential MPs' wife (or girlfriend, or sister or even mother). Jarvis hardly thought this very political, although he supposed it depended on the aim of the discussions.

Pondering this as he backs out of the library, closing the doors in front of him, he fails to see Adams standing directly behind him. Turning, lost in thought, he jumps when he sees Adams right up close to his nose.

Adams: Mr Jarvis.

J jumping backwards: Yes, I know my name Mr Adams, for what it's worth. What do you want now? Tell me that we've misplaced the children again? That they were last seen in the kitchen, or in an outhouse, or in the old bake house? Or do you feel like killing yourself again?

He pushes past Adams, leaving him a little stunned by his abrupt manner, and makes his way back to the servants quarters and his office. Frowning, Adams hurries after him

Jarvis without turning: What is it Mr Adams, out with it, I'm very busy this evening.

Adams: It's about Mr Kraus, sir.
Jarvis stops and sighs. He could really do without this childishness, feeling there were enough children in the house at the moment without Adams and Kraus joining in

J pleading: Look, Mr Adams, sort it out between yourselves like the sensible adults I once thought you were. Or would you rather I told you to stand in the corner with your hands on your heads?

Without waiting for a reply, he opens his office door and walks in, throwing open the big book of figures he has hardly touched since Flora's last departure. Adams reluctantly follows him in as Jarvis sits down and fixes on his spectacles.

Adams: No, we're not arguing again, sir.

Jarvis to himself: For once, praise the Lord.

Adams: We have come to an….understanding. We now realise that someone is having a joke at our expense and we intend to find them out. Sir.

Jarvis looking unimpressed as he leans back in his chair: So you propose to….?

Adamsrocking uneasily on his heels: Catch them, sir. We think they'll strike again.

Jarvis: So you want my blessing for this charade then, I suppose? Well I'm sorry Mr Adams, but you're both on your own with this one. If you and Mr Kraus want to sneak and creep around the place then it's up to you, don't involve me!

Adams backing out of the door, wondering why he bothered telling Jarvis in the first place: Aye, sir, of course.

Jarvis loudly: And close the door behind you!

Jarvis felt little guilt about his current attitude towards his under-butler. The man appeared to be showing little remorse for his actions, and he was convinced that somehow he would find a way to hit the bottle again. Sighing he pulls from under his big book another letter he had started to Flora, but wasn't completely sure whether he should send this one. Not because of its contents, but because he had already written one letter and felt that he should be able to stand on his own two feet without having to run to Flora with all his little problems. Drumming his fingers on his desk, he gives in, closing his figures and returns to the letter, although he decides with a small smile to change its tone and make it a love letter to warm her heart – he was sure she must be having trials and tribulations of her own getting that London lot in order without his burdens too.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Kraus is pacing up and down, rather than relaxing with a book from his native land which he was often seen doing in the evenings after preparing a large banquet. Adams appears at the door, shaking his head and Kraus huffs impatiently

Adams: He's not interested in our little problem, I'm afraid, Felix. Too preoccupied with lustful thoughts, no doubt. Looks like it's just you and me.

Kraus folding his arms, he pulls up next to Adams, a little too close for the under-butler's liking: Mr Adams, may I remind you that I am your superior so it is still Mr Kraus to you, I am most certainly not your friend. And you should hold your tongue where Mr Jarvis is concerned, you owe him your life, remember. Backing off, a sarcastic half smile spreading across his lips. Now, Mr Adams, let us tend to the matter in hand.

Adams obviously disgruntled, puffing out his chest: So, are you sure it was him? And you saw his face?

Kraus impatiently: Of course I am sure, I don't jump to conclusions like you. He came in here while I was scraping out the fish kettle, how he had the nerve in broad daylight I don't know, stole them and scuttled away like the rat who got the cream.

Adams: Cat

Kraus: Where! Not again, I have told the gamekeeper to shoot it dead next time it comes near the house…..

Adams: No, it's the CAT who got the cream, not the rat.

Kraus looked confused momentarily, as if Adams was trivialising his point, then he beckoned to him to follow him towards Adams' bedroom. Adams, not very surprised by Kraus' accusations, rubs his hands in glee, grinning from ear to ear for the first time since his activities with Mrs Stanwick. This made him suddenly remember that ten minute fumble again, and for a moment he forgot about Kraus. That little madam would be desperate for it again soon, he was convinced, there was still time before she left to have her one last time. His rude thoughts were interrupted by Kraus, who was tapping him frantically on the arm. This was going to be good, and they had the little toe-rag right where they wanted him.

Meanwhile Jarvis sat back in his chair, placing his pen down on the table with an air of finality and picked up his finished letter and began to reread it.

My Darling Flora,
I know it has only been days since my last letter but believe me it is only thoughts of you that are keeping me going. I don't know where to begin, Mr Adams managed to cause more problems, loosing a handful of children, fortunately no one was hurt, and unfortunately that damn Stanwick woman is once more dogging my steps. If only you were here to set her straight, although I would suggest a less direct method this time.

How much longer are you going to be in London? If it is any longer than a fortnight I am warning you I may be forced to ride down and there and bring you back myself. Then things can get back to normal, you would not believe how odd and empty the old place feels without you, nothing is done right and I miss having you to talk things over with. I never would have realised how much I have come to depend on you had it not been for your absence. I miss your lively conversation over meals, the way that the side of your mouth curls up before you smile and most of all the peace I feel whenever you are nearby. Write soon of your return and bring some ray of sunshine to my day.

Yours lovingly,
Walter.

Satisfied Jarvis folded the letter, placing it inside the addressed envelope and sealed it, with any luck tomorrow should bring a reply to his earlier letter.Back in the upper servants corridor, Kraus and Adams would have looked very suspicious if they had been spotted by Mrs Stanwick or Jarvis.

Kraus, sliding dramatically along the wall, candle in his grip, keeps turning to check that Adams is following him. Every time Adams goes to speak, even in a quiet whisper, Kraus waves his hand dramatically in front of his face to keep him quiet. Adams finds this incredibly annoying, expressing his anger through dramatically contorted facial expressions and plenty of huffing and puffing. As they approached Adams' room, they can hear banging and clattering coming from inside.

Adams in harsh whisper, dashing forward: I'll kill the little...

Kraus mouths 'no!' at him, pushing him forcefully against the wall and pinning him there as he listens carefully at the door

Kraus wide eyes darting from side to side: We will go in after three, both of us. Ready?

Adams nods, spoiling for a fight. If he had found his brand new stash of liquor there would be hell to pay, although he intended to shut him up good and proper first. Jarvis could never know. Never ever. But he needed it, and needed it bad. He had justified it to himself by thinking that it helped him to do his job to the best of his abilities as it stopped the shaking, the sweating and the constant yearn for the pure taste of alcohol on his lips. He had pushed all thoughts of what it would do to Lizzie right to the back of his mind. Nothing mattered when he needed a drink. How on earth did Jarvis think he had prevented him from drinking? It was quite obvious he had never been an alcoholic himself.

Kraus holding up his fingers in Adams' face just in case he didn't understand: Here we go, Mr Adams! One, two...THREE!

Both men burst into the room, practically kicking the door down, but stopped in the doorway and stared into the room, dark except for a sliver of moonlight. For a second it was difficult to make anything out, even with the candle, and neither could see the culprit inside, but before they could gather their thoughts they heard a snap, and a sudden noise like the very rapid sliding of a rope.

Adams: What was...?

He didn't have time to finish his sentence, and as a scraping above the door confirmed their fears it all happened too quickly for them to react and jump. There was a large splattering noise and half a bucketful of eels, covered in jelly, landed square on their heads, the bucket clattering to the floor in front of them. They gave a yelp, half in shock and half in pure anger, and stood in a pool of dead, slimy eels and goop, not being able to move or talk.

They see that the window was open, the curtain blowing silently in the night breeze, and propped up on the window ledge a rough piece of card, on it scribbled:

'FEEDING TIME AT THE ZOO! FOOLS!'

Adams initial astonishment is overtaken by fury and resentment. Walking calmly forward, he picks up the sign, then growls as he begins to rip it up frantically, jumping up and down on the fragments of card, eel jelly splattering all over his bed and desk and greasing up the floor. Kraus is eventually the first to speak, failing to notice Jarvis standing behind them, looking disgusted with the whole situation

Kraus: How dare he do this! HOW DARE HE! I don't understand how he knew about me spotting him!

Adams searching frantically out of the window in a vague hope of spotting the accused: He's not as incredibly dumb as he looks, he's a sly wee beggar, and he's outwitted both of us, damn it! He kicks his chair, but only ends up hurting his toe and growling more I'll get him! I'll tear his head off, rip his heart out, kick him until he screams...

Jarvis walking forward and skirting the pile of eels by the door: I don't see the virtue in doing it in quite that order, Mr Adams, surely the kicking should come first for maximum effect?

Adams spinning round. For pity's sake, Jarvis was all he needed right now: Sir! I think Mr Kraus and I have been taken for a ride.

Jarvis turning up the lights in the room and scanning disapprovingly at the mess: For once Mr Adams I agree with you. It appears you have both been your own undoing this time.

Kraus flicking jelly off his hands as it drips from his hair: I trust, Mr Jarvis, you will be taking this most seriously!

Jarvis resisting a smile: Of course, Mr Kraus. I will do as you like and tell all the lower servants in the morning about your current state and the fact you, both respected senior servants looking at Adams - well, almost - were both outwitted and outdone by one of them. He turns on his heels to leave, but is, as he expects, stopped

Kraus moving forward to Jarvis, who backs away in disgust: No, please Mr Jarvis, don't do that.

Jarvis almost smug: Then how do you propose I solve the problem?

Kraus looks at Adams for help, but he has already sunk into his chair, head on his desk in more despair than he was before

Kraus turning back to Jarvis: You win, we will solve this on our own.

Jarvis: I really don't think it's a case of winning, Mr Kraus. Surely you are both old enough and wise enough not to rise to the lower servants' bait, and I expect my senior staff to set an example, not encourage such insolence.

Adams lifts his head, jelly smeared down one side and an eel still resting on his shoulder. He looks at Jarvis, and once again speaks before he thinks. Later he blames lack of drink inside him

Adams: You're one to talk, Mr Respectable! I'm surprised you haven't moved on to the ever so lovely Mrs Stanwick in your usual woman's absence!

Jarvis' expression turns from stifled amusement to thunder. He can feel the rage building in his chest, but he resists the temptation Adams is presenting him to punch him into the middle of next week. Instead he speaks slowly through gritted teeth, as Kraus backs out of the door and Adams glares.

Jarvis: I will pretend I didn't hear that. I should've let you rot in debtor's prison with the rats and the low-lives, where you belong, but I didn't. You're on such thin ice, one push from your little toe and you'll go straight through, and next time I won't be anywhere near you to save your pathetic skin. Now both of you, get this place cleaned up, I don't care how long it takes you. I don't want to hear another word about pranks, or eels, or chickens or any other creature ever again!

Jarvis walks back out into the hallway, the humour of the situation now completely lost. He was sick to death of Adams and his behaviour, and everyone else at Taplows for that matter.

Jarvis: And the Fiffington-Piffles are leaving tomorrow, so at least that's one relief. Shame that you Mr Adams aren't leaving with them!

He storms off down the corridor to bed, leaving Adams and Kraus and the sorry mess of eels. How he wishes his darling Flora was there waiting for him. Maybe, he thinks, another letter could be in order...

Whilst the haze from the morning dew ebbed away leaving a decidedly milder climate than the previous day, the strength of spirit amongst the Taplows faithful was burning brightly. This improvement in morale was beholden to the occasion - the FPs were (at last) leaving for Stranthem Hall. The courtyard was its usual hive of activity, only at a distinctly more frenzied pace. Even the typically reluctant Mr A assisted in the loading of the carriages - anything to accelerate the departure, of the younger generation especially.

As Fred and Joe hobbled across the yard, struggling to carry a ridiculously large wooden chest between them, Adams, again trying to hasten proceedings yelled. "Come on lads, you can do it, put your backs into it! It's only a few toys for goodness sake!"

The footmen looked at each other shaking their heads - just a few toys eh? ";He couldn't even handle the bloody kids, we're busting a gut here as it is" moaned Fred.

"Too right, I'd like to see him give it a try - heavy enough to sink a battleship" agreed Joe.

"Uh, you'd like to see me doing what Joseph?" enquired Mr A, obviously having caught the first half.

"Um... up and about like this more often Sir, given your recent state of poor health" Joe gabbled after a sustained period of umms and ahhs.

"Thanks for your concern Joey me'lad, but could we just stick to the job in hand?" said Adams in a rather sarcastic tone. He knew full well that was not what Joe had actually said, but at the present moment in time he was not going to give any footman the satisfaction of seeing him rattled, especially after last night. In any case, he was more concerned with getting those little brats and their equally frustrating parents out of the county, as out of the country was too much to hope for.

When preparations were complete, the same line up as on arrival gathered to see the FPs off, although this time the smiles on the faces of the staff were actually genuine. Perhaps too much so, as Lady FP declared that Mr Kraus was "Grinning like a Cheshire cat" which she found "quite unnerving".

The visitors found it quite unnecessary to bid farewell to each in turn, and the one Mr Jarvis received was less than favourable.

Lord FP: "Jarvis, I'd like to be able to say the staff here were partly responsible for our pleasant stay, but unfortunately for you, I do not suffer from amnesia and will remember the shambolic incompetence of certain members of the lower household"

Jarvis turned to observe his staff, Adams was smirking as the butler was being put in his place. This fact did not escape Lady FP who remarked that as well as feeble mindedness, Taplows was rife with individuals who appeared to have wind permanently.

"Get your men, and indeed women in order Jarvis, as I do not expect these inadequacies to be repeated upon our next visit!" lectured Lord FP.

For a moment, Mr J just stood there dumbstruck before he again looked about him. The smile had well and truly been wiped off Adams' face and Mr Kraus and Mrs Stanwick exchanged fearfully confused glances.

"Well man? Do you at least comprehend what I have said? You look as if I'm speaking double-Dutch."

When his lordships words had sunk in, Jarvis swallowed loudly and cobbled together a reply: "Your NEXT visit, your grace?"

"Hopefully in a matter of weeks if I'm correct!" gloated Lady FP who seemed rather pleased with herself.

"Oh and you always are my darling" Lord FP fawned as he helped his wife into the carriage before getting in himself.

As Jarvis closed the door, Lord FP started up again "Indeed, we shall return (mwha ha ha) upon a most desirable event". He didn't even bother shaking Mr Js hand; instead he chose to give Taplows a final once over before the carriage pulled away.

By rights, the remaining occupants of the courtyard should have been skipping back to the house, clicking their heels in delight and kicking up a celebratory chorus of 'Bring me sunshine ...', but any joy felt was soon clouded over by the treat of Lord and Lady FPs' imminent return. On which note, their minds began to question - just what did the pompous old prig mean by a desirable event?

Walking back into his office Jarvis noticed Fred coming towards him with the post; eagerly he relieved the footmen of his burden and sat down at his desk looking for a letter from Flora. Out of the corner of his eye he recognised her handwriting, but pulling that letter to the top he noticed that it as indeed her handwriting but it was addressed not to him but to George Cosmo! He searched desperately through the rest of letters looking for the one she must have sent him by now, but there wasn't one. How can she have found time to write to George Cosmo and not to him, even though he had written specifically asking her advice? Sullenly he put his hand into his breast pocket and drew out the letter he had written the night before, and in a fit of pique, which he soon regretted threw it into the fire.

Mr Jarvis entered the lower servants' hall and walked over to George handing him a cream envelope, before turning and heading off to check on the guests.

Will: "That's Mrs Ryan's handwriting"

Lizzie: "And how may I ask do you know what her handwriting looks like?" She asked teasingly waggling her eyebrow at him suggestively.

Will blushing slightly: "Give over Lizzie I have been here a while so there's no need to go jumping to conclusions."

George anxious to settle the argument tore open the letter, curious Will and Lizzie gathered round him. George shrugged them off and quickly scanned its contents before dropping it down on the table in shock. Will picked it up quickly and began to read it aloud for the benefit of all within earshot.

"Mr Cosmo,

I am writing to inform you that the position of First Footman has become vacant at the London household. I hope you do not mind but I have taken the liberty of suggesting your name as a possible replacement. If you are interested in this chance for promotion I suggest that you discuss the post with Mr Jarvis who is more qualified than I to offer you career advice, and would in any case need to stand as referee. The closing date for applications is the 30th of this month, so I suggest considering the local postal service you reply forthwith.

Yours Sincerely
Flora Ryan."

Will: "Blimey mate, this is it!" Said Will slapping the letter. "Good ole Mrs Ryan, shame there wasn't an under-butler place going, but think of it mate London!"

George frowned Will was right this was an unprecedented chance for him as if he stayed at Taplows he'd be a second footman till either Will or Adams left. However if he did apply then that would mean leaving Grace behind.

'MR ADAMS!'

Adams is sitting in his room, staring at his diary, when he hears his name being yelled down the corridor. Slamming it shut, he creaks his chair back and dashes behind his door, not wanting to be seen by Jarvis. He presses himself up against the wall, shutting his eyes as if that would prevent him from being seen. There is silence, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

Adams his eyes still clenched: Thank my lucky sporrens for that!

Jarvis: MR ADAMS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!

Adams swiftly opens his eyes and looks startled at Jarvis who has flung back the door and is now tapping his foot on the floor, a stern look on his face

Adams sweating and stuttering, still backed up against the wall: Er.I'm just..

Jarvis raising eyebrows: Playing hide-and-seek with your new best friend Mr Kraus, perhaps?

Jarvis steps back as Adams sheepishly moves away from the wall and towards his chair

Jarvis storming away: My office, now!

Oh heck, what have I done now? Adams thought, heaving his weary form out of his room and down the corridor. He had just been writing in his diary that he has managed to loose a couple of pounds but that was only due to stress rather than a diet of cabbage and fruit. He had a bad feeling about this summons, remembering what he had said to Jarvis last night before drowning his sorrows with any strong spirit he could lay his hands on. Hell, his head hurt and the thought of eating anything in the near future turned his stomach. Sliding slowly into Jarvis' office, he sits himself awkwardly down before he is even invited to do so. Jarvis remains standing, looming over him and smacking a letter opener in the palm of his hand in rhythmic slaps. Adams notices through his bleary vision that the day's post is strewn across Jarvis' desk, as if he had just thrown it up and failed to catch it

Jarvis: Mr Adams, I hope you are sticking to your duties as I had instructed you to do.

Adams can only grunt, but feels like he will need to defend himself if Jarvis is going to continue to question him

Jarvis: I'm not quite sure what sort of answer that was, but I'm sure you're still not pulling your weight despite my repeated warnings! You are trying my patience, Mr Adams...

Adams to Jarvis' total surprise: Yes, yes, fine, whatever, I owe you I know, you just keep on rubbing it in, don't you! Just because you're not getting any at the moment - need a trip into town, do we!

Then, to Adams' complete and utter shock, Jarvis grabs him by his jacket and drags him out of the chair, knocking it over in the process, and pinning him against the wall. Adams fails to react to push him away, but by the time he has realised just what is going on his arms are too restricted to do anything

Jarvis: You ungrateful little..!

Then, as quickly as he had turned, he let Adams drop to the ground. Turning to face his desk, questioning his judgement in his head, Jarvis fails to notice Adams lunging at him with such a force that it knocks him to the ground, smacking his head on the floor. For a second, Jarvis is too stunned to work out what just happened, but it comes flooding back quickly when he sees Adams' fist heading straight towards his nose. Darting out of the way and rolling under the desk, Adams only manages to punch the floor, his knuckles cracking as he whines in pain

Jarvis 'trying to reason: Mr Adams, calm down, plea...

Adams lunges at him from behind the desk, grabbing him by the arm and crashing him into the chair. Jarvis, his reactions quicker than Adams whose brain is still numbed with a hang-over, swings his leg round and kicks Adams up the backside, sending him flying into the wall and leaving him slumped. Jarvis roughly drags him up by the arm, his fist flying into his under-butler's stomach causing Adams to double over in agony. All Jarvis' good nature towards Adams has left him, and it has been replaced by pure hatred for the man he blames for wrecking a future life with Flora. Adams slips between unconsciousness and consciousness as Jarvis lands another punch this time on his cheek, sending him to the ground. Will and George are standing in the doorway, but don't see it as their place to stop him, all they can do is gawp. Jarvis turns to them, standing up straight, a look of blazing fury on his face

Jarvis wiping blood from his forehead: Take him away to his room.

Will trying his luck: Are you going to sack him, sir?

Jarvis slumping into his chair, and forcefully jabbing the letter opener into the desk: Just take him away!

Will and George, genuinely scared by Jarvis' behaviour, pull Adams up by his arms and drag him away, not for the first time. Jarvis is left sullen and depressed, tossing the letters onto the floor. Not a word from Flora. How could she? Did she not love him any more? Had she met someone else in London? Slamming open his book of figures, he begins to scribble away furiously, trying to calm himself before the staff meeting.

Cut to the lower servants dining hall where the staff have been herded up but Mrs Stanwick, as Mr Adams, who had just sneaked in through the side door to sit in the dark corner, still grimacing from his war wounds, was in no fit state to do so. Mr K and Mrs S were stood near the head of the table, waiting for Jarvis' arrival, whilst everyone else was sitting around in a most casual fashion, some more so than others.

"Mr Forest, get your carcass OFF that dining table NOW!" Jarvis boomed as he stormed through the door, paused to take a look around the room, and when he found Adams gave him a cold stare as he slammed the door behind him. Will leaped off of the table as if it had just turned red hot.

At this the idle chit-chat came to a grinding halt. It had been mainly concerned with the fabrication of rumours concerning a 'special occasion' that Mrs S had let slip when scolding Charlotte for not polishing the silverware to her own personal standard.

"Now!" Jarvis began in a more rational tone of voice, once a tolerable degree of order had been brought to the seating arrangements. "Many of you I'm sure will have observed the growing attachment between the Earl and Ms Harrows over the past few weeks". This statement was met with a number of choice looks, with even a giggle escaping from Susan.

Jarvis' head swivelled as if it were detached from his body to glare at her. "Anyway, as I was saying ...His lordship would like it to be made known that following recent events, most noticeably the fact that the FPs were also quite taken with the lady in question, he has issued Ms Harrows with a proposal of ... (he stopped momentarily to draw breath) ... marriage". This surprised, albeit maybe not entirely, many of Jarvis' audience, as a number of gasps rang out across the room.

"Which (he continued) I understand was most enthusiastically accepted". This was greeted by a harmony of sighs from the maids, a raised eyebrow from Mrs S, a number of impressed nods from the footmen and one whispered, and totally unrepeatable comment from Fred, much to the delight of Will.

All this Jarvis let slide, but then in the corner, Adams, nursing a bloody nose, a few bruised ribs and a hugely dented ego, murmured something virtually inaudible, which did not go unnoticed by Jarvis.

"Would you care to take command of this meeting Mr Adams?" challenged Mr J "I hardly think YOUR lowly views on the matter would hold any weight with ANYONE, let alone his Lordship"

Once again, Adams rose to the bait, though for once in a more civilised manner. "With all due respect Sir..."

At this Jarvis gave a sharp breath through his nose and rocked his head back, without loosing eye contact with the Scotsman. Respect. RESPECT he thought to himself, here was a man incapable of comprehending the meaning of such a word.

"...it just seems a little... inappropriate for a man of his lordships, um ... maturity to be-"

Jarvis cut him dead "What is inappropriate here, is your assumption that your opinion on the match counts for more than absolutely nothing".

By now, tension in the room had reached fever pitch - it wasn't a knife needed to cut through the atmosphere, but a ruddy great axe. The entire lower household was now present at the greatest sporting event of the month, the title clash, Jarvis Vs Adams, so far Adams wasn't even in the running.

"As for the matter of his maturity, the Earl has right to marry any lady he sees fit - a pleasure the likes of you will never have". Simultaneously the unblinkable stares of the crowd travelled from Jarvis to Adams - the ball has now in his court.

Oddly, Adams seemed quite amused by Mr Js last remark, remaining quiet even though he had already thought of a rather fierce retort. (In his head) 'The likes of me eh, Oh he's a fine one to talk, he's only my superior in job description not in social standing, so that meant that in society, he hadn't a prayer of making Mrs R an honest woman.' For a moment Adams sat there grinning back at the faces that were focused on him, but then thought better of the situation, partly because he was still recovering from the last time he mentioned Mrs R and partly because, he knew this one could wait.

Sensing, if not entirely convinced of his victory, Jarvis continued. "Furthermore, it is not the place of anyone here to voice their own conceited notions on the forthcoming event, which I believe is due to take place within the next few weeks".

"So soon?" enquired Mr K (safe in the knowledge that Jarvis would tolerate his input)

"Indeed, it seems the lady was quite insistent on a summer wedding, but was worried that if it were left until August, the stifling heat may prove too much for his Lordship to bear, as you know he has been feeling under the weather of late. Well, if there are no more legitimate quandaries surrounding what I have said ...?" He scanned the room, but all knew very well he had no intention of humouring any reply.

"The only way in which the union will affect us, is that we are gaining a new lady of the manor, which we will take in our stride and endeavour to accommodate her to the best of our abilities and the highest of her expectations." At this, those assembled began to shuffle from their seats.

"Uh, just one more thing, the other young Lady of the house has requested help in the library, as she has misplaced her latest – god forbid - Bronte novel, Smothering or Wuthering or - well, whatever its called, just find it will you? Do a general tidying while your there, that place hasn't seen a reshuffle since the Tories were in power! Anyway, Mr Forest, as you seem to be energetic today, I'd like you, and Joseph to do the honours."

Cut to the library where Will and Joe are quite literally up to their elbows in books they have dragged from the shelves. Jarvis was quite right, the place needed a damned good clean, as the footmen were coughing due to the dust saturated air. Joe was busy rearranging the encyclopaedias and present was performing a balancing act with a pile of books in his arms on the top of ladder, one of those with wheels on. His task was made even more difficult when Will decided it might be fun to see just how fast the ladder could run along the book shelves - leaving poor Joe clinging on for dear life.

"Will, for Christ sake mun, give over!" shouted Joe nervously

"What's the matter mate, you say you think its can go faster - so do I!" he exclaimed with an demonic grin on his face

"Willllllllllll! DONT even think about it!"
Will began rocking the ladder back and forth, trying to build up some momentum, as Joseph prepared to gag, it was like being up the mast of a ship on the high seas. Just as Will was about to let rip, a voice sent shivers through his spine, here we go again he thought.

He turned around to see Lady Caroline in the main doorway, leaning seductively against the doorframe "Having any luck boys?" she cooed.

"Urh, not quite Miss" Will stuttered

"Well you wont find it in the non-fiction section I can assure you of that, I never venture to that side of the room, why all those facts would give me a such headache". She wined, clearly looking for the sympathy vote. "Last time I had it, I believe I was sitting in the armchair next to the fire" she said, indicating to the seating area over the other side of the room. "Perhaps you might like to try looking over there".

Will looked up at Joe who began to climb back down the ladder.

"Oh no sir, I wouldn't want to trouble you, please do continue, I'm sure this other gentleman will be quite sufficient" she said beckoning will to follow her. With a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes (which he was careful on to let Joe see), he did as she asked.

She sat down in the armchair, watching him search the shelves near by. After a short while, she decided to amuse herself. "Your not going to find it there Mr Forest, your direction of exploration is getting colder by the second." Will began to move closer towards her "That's better, you're getting warmer, warmer..." she teased as he moved further and further in her direction.

Finally, she decided to put him out of his misery – "Looking for this?" She remarked with a smile of great satisfaction on her face, as she pulled the book out from behind her and swung it from side to side in front of his eyes.

"You, you found it?" he asked, trying desperately not to show his annoyance.

"I never lost it" she said as an even bigger smirk spread across her face.

On that note Will said as graciously as he could "Well, in that case, if you'll excuse me my lady...".

"No, I shan't!" she exclaimed in apparent distress, holding onto his arm, looking tearfully up at him.

"Lady Caroline, are you quite alright, may I go and fetch you a drink perhaps, anything for your present relief.?" He offered, desperately trying to get away.

"No no, just stay with me... Oh, its awful Will, that dreadful woman is going to marry my father and I shall be cut off with out a farthing!" Suddenly, the penny dropped for will, so THAT'S why she couldn't stand the Gwen. He was torn between getting the hell out of there, but was persuaded to stay by this intriguing turn of events.

"Will you help me Will" she said desperately, holding his hands in hers. "I simply cannot allow that brazen hussy to be Lady of this house - my poor mama would turn in her grave."

"I'm sorry, I dot see what I can do" he gasped.

"Well, for now, just hold me, I feel as if I'm losing control". She wasn't far off the mark there thought Will who went to put his arm round her, but soon came to his sense.

"I'm sorry Lady Caroline, I can't let this continue, please this cannot happen!" he said stepping backwards.

"Oh but why, I feel so alone, there's no one I can turn to, no one like you!"

Without thinking, Will blurted out "Well that's not strictly true now is it!"

"What nonsense are you talking sir!" Lady c had no idea what he was on about.

Will, realising that he may now as well continue as the damage was done proceeded to tell her in no uncertain terms that he knew all about her little tryst with George before the household went to Cumberland, and went even further saying that he wasn't surprised if it continued while they were away. Close to the end of his rant, will actually looked Caroline in the eye, but apart from not crying, Will detected no hint of heartbreak, which deeply puzzled him.

In fact, Will did not know the half of it, as far from being melancholy, inside, lady C was positively squealing with delight. Little did Will know, she never had any intention of bestowing any genuine feelings on him, it had all been and act. She was ecstatic in her reflection on the matter, as now she did not have to keep up the facade of being attracted to someone of such a low station. She had only ever taken interest in Will in order to execute her well thought out plan, but she had no idea it would be this simple. Now she was informed of the gossip from downstairs, she had the power to make Will do exactly what she wanted, not only that, but to her gratification, in naming George, he had just volunteered an accomplice - this was getting better and better!

She had been silent for sometime now and Will was getting quite agitated, almost fearful of what she might do. "Oh you are going to assist me Mr Forest, else you'll need some assistance in getting a new job and there's no way you'd leave here with a reputable character! I have no idea what your idiotic friend has told you, but I'M telling you no such thing happened, and if I tell my father this tale you two have concocted, you'll both be out on your ears!"

The full realisation of what he'd just done knocked will for 12 let alone 6; he stood there in utter dismay. "Wh, wh, what do you mean assist you?" he said in pure horror. "What could i possibly do?" By now he was shaking.

Lady c rose from her chair, walked around him, sizing him up and whispered in his ear. "Pay attention, I'm going to tell you EXACTLY what you and your fiction-loving friend are going to do."

Ten minutes later Will is dashing about trying to find George. He had so much to tell him and many questions he wanted answered. Entering the servants' hall he spots George sitting at the table chatting to Lizzie as lunch was served. Sitting in the only spare seat the other side of Lizzie he leant across the table and whispered to George grimly "you and me better have a word afterwards."

" I can't mate sorry I got go into town for Jarvis."

Will leans forward again his expression dark, "you'd better make time!"

George unperturbed by Will's death glare carried on eating his stew as if he hadn't heard him, "We'll talk later, alright! What's the matter Will not got into another scrape have you?"

"Believe me mate you're the one who's in trouble!"

"What you didn't tell Grace about that letter did you?" Said George, dropping his spoon into his bowl with a clatter.

Will waved his comment aside "of course not, you told me not to."

Intrigued Lizzie butted in "What's this we can't tell Grace?" She asked raising an eyebrow suggestively, "You two boys haven't decided to elope have you?"

"Don't be daft, Will's not my type! Just don't tell Grace about my letter from Mrs Ryan!"

"Why not?" Asked Lizzie puzzled.

"Cause I've decided I'm not going, and if she found out she'd think it was all because of her." George stated emphatically.

"But that is why!" Said Lizzie still confused.

"I know but she'd feel guilty and besides it's my choice so just promise not to Lizzie alright?" George pleaded.

"Alright, Alright," and she raised her right hand and placed it over her heart and with a mock severity stated "I solemnly swear not to tell Grace May."

"Not to tell me what?"

All three slowly turned round there was Grace standing behind them her hands on her hips and a determined look upon her face, "Well you seemed to possess the ability to speak a few minutes ago, what am I not to know, hmm?" but before they could answer Mr Adams sauntered into the room. He stopped next to Grace and glared at her.

"Miss May would you mind moving now, you're in my way."

Then turning to address the rest of the staff "and as for the rest of you bunch of animals, could it be possible for you make lunch time here less like feeding time at the zoo?" As he said that last part he looked directly at Will, who had to fight the desire to laugh.

"As for you Mr Forest I just passed by the library, who said you could leave it in such a state?"

"Well it was dinner time….."

"That is no excuse I suggest that you trot on back up there and finish straightening out the mess you caused, believe me you'll be far too busy this afternoon to finish it then. I have a nice long list of things with your name on it, so I suggest you move sharpish I'll expect you back here in half an hour."

"Half an hour, but….." Will started getting to his feet.

"On the dot or believe me you'll still be doing chores gone midnight!"

Will threw his napkin down onto the table and wandered back to the library kicking the door jam as he went wishing it was Adam's smug face. Damn that Scottish sadist, I find a way to get him back.

Kraus is clattering around in the kitchen with copper pots and pans, failing to even give his favourite brass bottle jack the care and attention he usually paid to its cleaning. He fails to see Jarvis standing in the doorway as he is muttering away to himself in what Jarvis could only describe as 'foreign expletives', slamming down his spice box on the table and shoving a rolling pin in a draw

Jarvis stepping forward and catching Kraus' eye: Mr Kraus, you seem a little distracted.

Kraus looks across, a distasteful expression on his face as he flicks his hair back and snatches up a bunch of carrots, smacking them down on a chopping board

Kraus: Why is it that this place always has to try my patience! He marches across to his knife drawer, pulling out his vegetable knife and gripping the handle in what appeared to Jarvis to be a rather threatening manner. He begins to furiously and almost violently hack into the carrots, as if they had seriously offended him just by existing

Jarvis: I'm not quite sure what you are referring to, Mr Kraus, but do you have to vent your fury on those poor defenceless vegetables?

Kraus stopping and glaring at Jarvis: A wedding, eh! How is Felix Kraus meant to cope with a big wedding without more help!

Jarvis frowning: I'm sure, Mr Kraus, we'll be able to bring in another competent chef who conforms to your very high standard to help you.

Kraus ripping apart a cabbage as if it were the Earl's head: I don't want another chef in my kitchen, Mr Jarvis! Would you like another butler sitting in your office, writing in your big book of figures! I think not!

Jarvis shaking his head and sighing, completely exasperated: Well what do you suggest we do then?

Kraus: Make Felix an extra pair of arms and legs!

Jarvis turns to leave, totally fed up with this pointless conversation. Fine, if Felix wanted to vent then best leave him to it. He knew only too well that he would cope in the end; he just had to go all over-the-top and 'foreign' about it first. Jarvis then stops, suddenly remembering the letter.

Jarvis pulling out the letter and handing it over: Ah, Felix forgot to give you this. Came this morning in the post, but what with…..everything, I have had it in my pocket most of the day.

Kraus tentatively accepts the letter as Jarvis exits. He puts his knife down and looks at it for a long while, unsure of it. Felix Kraus hardly ever got letters, as all of his family still lived in Prussia. He had a great uncle in Cornwall but had never spoken to him and was unlikely to, so with great anticipation he uses his knife to slice the envelope open, pulling out the paper inside and settling himself down to read.

Adams is skiving off his duties by smoking in the courtyard, away from the prying eyes of Jarvis. His head hurt, and not just from the alcohol. Cursing every now and again, he kicks some dirt around his feet, and then chucks his used fag end into the water-filled trough by the water pump where it sizzles momentarily. He curses quietly to himself as Mrs Stanwick approaches a bundle of sheets in her arms as her skirts fly out around her. She stops next to him, giving him a disapproving once-over as an idea sneaks into his mind.

Mrs S: Do you not have your strict duty instructions to follow, Mr Adams?

Adams changing his expression to one of concern: Mrs Stanwick, could I have a quick word? In private?

Mrs S glancing around: If you must, I suppose. The Orangery should be empty.

She marches off as he follows, a grin spreading across his face. This was going to be good – she knows she wants it, he thinks, women like her always do. Dirty little…..

Mrs S huffing and turning to face him as they enter the Orangery: So what is it you want to talk to me about? I haven't got all day like you.

Adams moving swiftly closer to her: Oh I think you know. He quickly pulls her close, causing her to drop her sheets about her feet. Before she can question his actions he is kissing her firmly, gripping her so hard around her waist she can hardly breathe. She gives out muffled squeals, pushing his arms away, but he backs her up against the wall, pinning her there as he begins kissing her cheek and down the side of her neck.

Mrs S frantically: Get off me! I'll scream, get off!

Adams harshly in his ear: If you do then everyone will know what a filthy wee madam you really are! He is now pressed right up against her, pushing her corset into her ribs. She is panicking, using all her strength to push him off, but he seems to be resisting her force with little difficulty I know what you like, I've seen it remember! Watched you scream with pleasure!

Mrs S tears welling in her eyes, her voice pathetic and wobbly: Please, no, don't!

Realising her one and only chance before he got even heavier with her, she brings her knee up sharply to his groin. He yells in fury and pain, momentarily releasing her, for just long enough that she is able to duck under his arm and flee, leaving her sheets behind in her hurry to get away. Collapsing to the floor, pure hatred and anger on his face

Adams shouting: You'll be sorry for that, I'll make sure of it! I know women like you, say no when you mean yes!

Tripping over her own feet, Mrs S wipes away her tears, trying to pull herself together. Nobody could ever know about it, not ever. This was a secret she would have to keep

The senior staff dinner was a quiet affair. In fact the three most senior members hardly scarce spoke more than two words together all evening, the only thing they did have in common were their sour faces and a propensity to hit the wine a little more than usual. Felix had been quiet ever since he had received that letter, which considering his character had seriously unnerved his kitchen staff, he hadn't thrown a single item around the kitchen all afternoon. Had he been more astute he might have noticed the odd behaviour of Mrs Stanwick who for the first night since her arrival hadn't flirted with him. In fact he might have commented, as had others during the day that Mrs Stanwick was becoming more and more like Mrs Ryan, in that she also had developed this tendency of tearing up at the drop of a hat.

Jarvis was preoccupied as usual thinking about Flora, the questions that had plagued him all day were once more forefront in his mind. Why hadn't she written to him? Even if she didn't receive his first letter surely she must have got his second? Reaching to refill his now empty glass he paused, his hand resting on the decanter, she couldn't have met someone else she wasn't like that, only weeks ago they were happy together this didn't make any sense. Unless somehow that damn Frenchman had something to do with this, he had to admit he'd feel at lot happier about her being in London if he didn't know that was where Jean-Luc was.

Settling back into his chair his now filled glass in his hand and tucked his free hand into his pocket, he pulled out his watch and opened it, he glanced briefly at the face it was a quarter to ten, but his attention was really riveted on the lock of hair secured safely in the casing. Stroking it softly he remembered the exchange when he had asked for it. He had been so happy that morning, if only he could wake up everyday with her in his arms. She was still asleep her head resting on his chest and he had been reluctant to wake her content to watch her as she slept, knowing that they had very little time before she had to leave. However he had given into the urge to twist a lock of her hair round his fingers and before he knew it she was awake and looking up at him in sleepy amusement.

"Good Morning." She said smiling and leaning up to kiss him. Walter seized this opportunity to roll her over and kiss her back passionately his hands stoking up and down her back.

"Do you really have to go; can't I find some way of persuading you to stay?" He asked, raising his eyebrow suggestively.

Flora blushed slightly, "If we had the time I'm sure you'd think of something, but I have to go back it'll only be for a little while longer and then you won't be able to get rid of me, even if you want to! But if your going to miss me that much I'm sure you can borrow my choker again, or any other item of jewellery? " She replied teasingly.

"Now that's not a bad idea, but if I may have something more personal?" This caused Flora's smile to broaden and her blush to deepen. "Nothing like that!" Jarvis almost choked, "I meant a lock of hair!"

Flora leant forward and rubbed her nose against his laughing, "Well that's a relief, please be my guest, just take it from the back."

Jarvis sighed, why hadn't she written back? Surely he hadn't dreamed all that? Draining his glass he stood up, intending to bid goodnight to the others, but looking around the room he noticed that they had all already left. Glancing down at his watch he noticed it now read half past eleven. Yawning he made his way upstairs to bed and hopefully dreams of Flora.

However little did Mr Jarvis realise that the object of his affection was in fact much closer than he thought. On receiving his first letter the day after posting hers to George, she was so worried about him that she made it her endeavour to leave for Taplows as soon as possible. Hoping that she herself would be back as soon as any letter she did not send an immediate response to him, instead she wrote to the Earl informing him of her imminent departure from London. Then when after a few days she realised it was going to take slightly longer than she had hoped she did write but knowing the postal system it was doubtful it had reached Somerset before her. Still Flora thought it would be nice to be able to surprise him, and to that effect she had arranged for a carriage early the next morning that should get her to the house by half past six at the latest. Flora smiled to herself with any luck she would be able to wake him, and she did not want to miss the look of surprise on his face.

Whilst the senior staff were dining and Mr Adams had once again gone AWOL, presumably drinking himself into another stupor, the lower servants were left to their own devices, but were at present exercising remarkable restraint in actually finishing their chores off their own backs.

As first footman, Will was doing the rounds, checking windows and doors, as Taplows had had quite enough break ins of late, be they authentic or staged. In an unprecedented gesture, he volunteered to make sure the exterior of the house was secure, as this was normally the undesirable role of poor Johnny. However, to Will, this task was far from a misfortune, as he knew that it was high time that George returned from his errand to town on Jarvis' behalf.

Indeed, as Will rounded the bake house, he spied George strolling towards him, Will's face dropped, which didn't go unnoticed. "Oh, nice to know you're pleased to see me Will! What's up - that bad an afternoon, or can you simply not bear to be without me!"

"Yeah something like that" he said calmly before his manner flipped 180 as he grabbed George by the scruff of the neck and dragging him into the bake house, closing the door firmly behind them.

"Steady on mate, I didn't realise you missed me THAT much!" George joked, adding "I'm flattered, really I am but-"

"Flattered! Flattery, is that your angle of approach with the ladies then?" quizzed Will

"Ladies, what ladies, you know Grace is the only one for me" George protested

Undeterred, Will continued but at an increased decibel "How about Lady Caroline then hmmm, How did you manage to entice her into your arms?"

For a second George stared at him blankly, at a complete loss as to what to say. Finally he struggled to reply "Well, I suppose, that did play its part, I can't really remember now I-" A change of tactics was in order he thought, as will was clearly not impressed by his efforts. "What's the matter mate, you jealous? Don't think I haven't noticed you and her getting a little cosy these past few days!"

Will returned to a more rational tone of voice. "Jealous, me, nah (shaking his head), after all, I've nothing to be jealous of have I, MATE" At this, George's cocky smile drained from his face. "Yeah that's right, when she was all over me like a rash, pleading with me to take her, I happened to mention the little thing you and her had going before you went to Cumberland". George's eyes widened as it dawned on him that his cover story was blown. At this he sank to the floor, head in his hands before he looked back up at Will who was leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded.

"And …. What a surprise (tilting his head to one side) she had no memory of such an occurrence. So MATE, if she can't even remember you, it doesn't really say much for your technique does it? Either that, or it means that you're a bloody, rotten liar - which would you prefer?" he snarled venomously.

"I didn't want to have to-" struggling to look him in the eye

"What, lie through your teeth, to everyone, to ME?" he exclaimed releasing his arms and beginning to stalk round the room, keeping his distance from George.

"Look Will, if there was any other way." he pleaded, finally able to finish a sentence.

"No, YOU look, when you were packed off to Cumberland everyone was asking why, and I told them exactly what you told me, I made you sound like a legend, and for a time I thought you were, but now, now" he struggled, lost for words as he lifted his arms up, resting his clasped hands on the back of his neck, looking up at the cobweb infested ceiling in despair.

"Alright, alright" surrendered George "You really want the truth?" He offered, realising this was the only way to put things right.

"If you are capable of such a thing that would be nice" spewed Will with a sarcastically false smile upon his face.

George went on to tell an aloof Will the whole sorry tale of how Jarvis had found out that he'd faked his character reference in order to get into Taplows as a footman, and how in return for keeping his job, George was never to speak of the matter again. When George began, Will was only really half listening as he was still furious with his friend, but gradually, he became more interested in George's apology, especially when he offered: "You're a great friend Will, one of the best, which is why I'll do anything to set things straight between us" appealing to Will's good nature in words as well as facial expression, as he was clearly repentant.

"Oh really, what did you have in mind? Perhaps shining my shoes for a month, powdering my wig for a fortnight - nah, that's just not going to cut it I'm afraid"

"Come off it Will, I'm doing my best here, what more can I do?"

"Its not so much what you can do for me, though it is partly, I suppose …" Will started

"What do you mean partly, what is it?" enquired George

"Well, as you can imagine, Lady Caroline didn't exactly welcome my accusation, which, at the time I thought, as you'd told me, was true."

George hadn't even given a thought to what her reaction had been, as he had been too preoccupied with calming down Will.

"To cut a long story short, she wants us to help her out with a little problem she's having regarding Ms Harrows" Will continued. George could tell he wasn't going to like the sound of this.

"What problem, how can we possibly help?" George was struggling to fully comprehend the situation.

"We've just got to put on a bit of a role play, stir a few things up". Will was purposely being sketchy on the details here.

"Stir a few things up? Oh no Will, you heard what Jarvis said about the personal lives of those upstairs being of no importance to us - he'll surely sack us if we start taking liberties, and I'm already on a knife edge with him."

"Ah, but we're BOTH on a knife edge with Lady C, she's pretty mad, and after I said thanks but no thanks - a woman scorned is the most dangerous of creatures. And now she thinks she's the talk of downstairs following her albeit 'fictitious exploits' with you, she's threatening to run to daddy if we don't do what she's asking."

"Just what is she asking?" questioned George

Looking down at his watch, "I'll tell you on the way, she's expecting us". He began to make for the door.

"What NOW?" he said, seemingly reluctant to move.

"Yes now, come on, you owe me." Will reminded him adding in a more genuine tone of voice, "come on mate, it's fool proof I'm telling you".

George smiled that Will was back to calling him mate, and cautiously followed Will out.

When Will and George arrived at the side door of the library, they could hear Lady Caroline and Gwen getting on famously, chatting away about floral decorations for Ms Harrows forthcoming nuptials. George thought this incredibly strange after what Will had told him about the inheritance rivalry, but Will knew that Caroline was playing a very clever game, as he himself had found out. They stood outside for a few moments, going over their lines and plucking up the courage to get their show on the road.

Finally after caressing the handle momentarily, Will opened the door, so that it was ever so slightly ajar. Lady Caroline had strategically placed herself opposite the door, while ensuring that it was not within Gwen's eyesight.

On seeing the two footmen standing in the doorway, Lady Caroline's already strained false smile evolved into an even bigger one, her eyes lighting up. At which point, she begged to be released to answer a call of nature, she got up and walked out of the main door, shooting a 'you know what you have to do' glance at Will, which provoked a nervous gulp.

After a short interlude, it was time for the opening curtain. Standing in the hallway, they both raised their voices, ensuring they would be accidentally-on-purpose heard by the remaining lady.

W: "What's up mate, you look like you've lost a crown and found a halfpenny!" Will got the ball rolling.

G: "Oh its much worse than that, I wont have two halfpennies to rub together soon, I've just been sacked!"

W: "No, why, what's have you been up to now?"

G: "No, its not anything I've done or said or anything, no ones safe from the chop by the sounds of it"

W: "Don't worry, I'll bet old Jarvis has made a miscalculation of the figures of something, you'll be back before you've even gone"

G: "No, no, I don't think so, you see its not Mr Jarvis who was been careless with the figures, by all accounts it's the Earl himself!"

Up until that point, Gwen had only been listening out of curiosity, but at this her ears pricked up

W: "REALLY!"

G: "Indeed, apparently he's dreadfully over budgeted and has been spending money like water, only not the well is drying out - and fast!"

W: "Well in that case, if I were you, I'd go and see his Lordship and tell him a thing or two about the cost of things these days!"

G: "Oh no, I wouldn't dare do that, apparently he was enraged at the very mention of the situation when Jarvis approached him, he simply refuses to talk about it, and even tried to deny the whole thing! Apparently it's Lady Caroline who has given Mr Jarvis all the inside information, she only knows because she was there when the accountant broke the news."

W: (even louder, with more emphasis) "So your telling me definitely not to approach his lordship on the matter, as he would simply refute everything. Poor man, he's clearly deluding himself, and with this wedding on the way, it'll cripple him"

G: "Quite right, don't say ANYTHING mate, but Jarvis even hinted that he may have to sell Taplows to cover the costs, he's even written to his rather less well off cousin to see if there's anyway he could find some more affordable accommodation for the Earl - possibly a country cottage."

Inside the library, Gwen couldn't believe what she was hearing, was this right; the old man was going broke and enquiring about cottages - cottages! Lady Caroline had not gone far, she was standing just down the corridor from Will and George, hearing every word and trying not to burst out laughing with delight. But however, she feared that if they ran on much further, Gwen may seek to find them out, so turned on her heels, wiped the gleeful grin off her face and walked back to the other door after signalling to Will to rap things up.

W: "Well, what can I say mate, I'm shocked I had no idea thing were so bad."

G: "By all accounts they couldn't be any worse"

W: "Well, best of luck mate, hope you find a new job soon, sure you will, and do me a favour, see if there's an opening for me, sounds like pretty soon we could all be out on our ears!"

With that, they scurried off back downstairs before anyone noticed that they were gone, congratulating themselves on a job well done on their way.

Right on queue, Lady Caroline strolled back into the library to well and truly finish the performance off. Reeling from what she'd heard, Gwen could not contain her frustration for very long.

"I don't mean to pry Caroline my dear, but I have just overheard a rather alarming conversation". Her heart was beating wildly and she wasn't doing as good a job as she thought at hiding her distress.

"Oh really, do tell Gwendolyn dearest" charmed Lady C through gritted teeth.

"Yes, it was most enlightening and I'm surprised that your father did not think to mention it to me." she stopped beating about the bush - "I know about the poor state of finances around here."

Here it was thought Caroline who slipped into an Oscar (or Victorian equivalent) winning performance. "Oh no, how did you, who … no wait that doesn't matter, PLEASE don't let onto daddy that know, he'll be devastated"

HE'LL be devastated thought Gwen who herself was distraught at the conformation or events.

"He so wanted you to be oblivious of any money worries, as he knows your looking forward to the wedding so greatly and he loves you so much" continued Lady C who, by now was excelling in the art form of manipulation.

At the mention of the word "love", Gwen could not help but express her disgust. She had to think quickly, what should she do, there was no way she was going to married to a penniless old man and mistress of a cottage! She looked down at the letter from her mother that lay on her lap and the answer came to her.

"Oh don't say that, the thought of that is unbearable, how will he cope when I leave?" she professed showing false concern.

"Leave!" exclaimed Caroline who could hardly contain her satisfaction.

"Yes, I'm afraid I must, and don't know when I shall return"

"But when, why ..!" Caroline couldn't believe her luck!

"Tomorrow morning I'm afraid. I received this letter this morning from my mother; she is quite unwell and is most insistent that I go to her side, which of course I must respect." The letter was indeed from her mother, who in reality was fit and well, and simply writing to her daughter to congratulate her on getting the old man up the aisle.

"But what about my father, we're you planning on telling him"?

"Well, I don't suppose you could, its just I have so little time and haven't even begun to pack yet"

Oh I bet she hasn't thought Caroline who replied "but of course, I will break the sad news to him".

Gwen, being unable to stay there for a moment long got up, made her excuses and rushed off to her room, flinging everything she could find and fit into her suitcase - even if the item wasn't hers.

Lady Caroline remained in the library, after pouring her self a rather large brandy, simply sat back and smiled. It had all gone so beautifully!