Servants Series 4

by ss9

Can Flora recover from the tragedies of series 3? How will Walter react and will Will be able to safely avoid the butler's wrath? And who is this glamourous Scottish beauty who is causing quite the stir amoungst the male members of staff?

4. Episode 4

Adams woke with a start, his head pounding from a bit too much champagne the night before and a strange haze over his eyes. It took a few seconds for him to register his location – of course, he must have fallen asleep in Rebecca's arms after an extortionate amount of physical exertion mixed with alcohol, and now he is paying for it. He grunts and tries to roll over, his back aching and his knees and arms throbbing in pain, but he very quickly notices that he can't. He is completely stuck.

A bit tied up, in fact. Focusing on his left hand it becomes all too apparent that his wrist is attached to one bedpost, his right one to the other. And both his ankles. And he is completely naked, although the bed is completely Rebecca-free. Immediately he begins to struggle, desperate to get free and check the time as it must be late – the light of the day is streaming through the windows and he is sure he should have been on duty hours ago. Suddenly he hears a very familiar female voice coming from the other side of the room

Rebecca glancing up from her chair, fully dressed and her book in hand: Ah, you're awake at last. Thought you'd never regain consciousness after your, erm, efforts last night!

Adams writhing on the bed in panic: Rebecca, let me go! NOW!

Rebecca looking back down and shrugging: Well, if you are going to be like that my darling!

Adams huffing loudly and quickly changing his tone: Alright, I'm sorry, dear. Please let me go, I would very much appreciate it.

Rebecca wrinkling her dainty lips and raising her eyebrows: Nope.

Adams flopping his head back in exasperation: Rebecca. PLEASE.

Rebecca her voice now very quiet: Nope.

Adams trying his best to keep cool but rapidly loosing it: What time is it? EH!

Rebecca drumming her nails on the arm of her chair: Oh, only early. Isobel won't surface for hours.

Adams suddenly remembered – the bet! With any luck she'll be tucked up warm with Fred Matkin and not give a first, let alone a second, thought to the idea that the under-butler may be tied stark naked to her Lady's bed. Adams continues to plead gently with Rebecca, trying to coax her over to him, use the charm he always had with her, but she hardly even replied. Surely he could use his manly appeal to win her over? If she could do it to him, why not the other way around?

Adams eventually, his wrists sore and his body cold: Why are you doing this? Do you enjoy having so much power over me!

Rebecca smiles naughtily and studies him. Yes the power certainly did something for her, although it always turns her on immensely when he wears his Caesar outfit and she can tie him up WITH his consent. After a good few minutes of his anguish she slowly lifts herself from the chair and saunters over to him, almost as if it were the norm for a man to be attached so blatantly to her place of slumber. Taking her book with her, and flicking the pages, she smiles when she lands upon the item she is looking for, although the contents of a lady's current read is hardly at the forefront of Adams' mind

Adams grimacing at Rebecca: Look, I really, really need to get up. I'll do anything, please, just let me go!

Rebecca leaning forward, brushing her nose against his and cooing: Anything?

Adams stalls for a moment – anything she suggests can't be too bad, and if it means supplying her with endless lemon cake and putting up with many of her conversations with whichever servant she pleases, then so be it.

Adams nodding but only half sincere: Yes, of course. Anything.

Putting his anger to the back of his thoughts, he kisses her, but she suddenly giggles a little too much for his liking, before thrusting the book under his nose

Rebecca pointing at the picture: Well you did say anything!

Adams has to blink a couple of times before it registers. Tilting his head slightly, focusing on the diagram, he gapes then looks up, startled, at Rebecca's beaming face

Adams chuckling in embarrassment: Er, well, it looks….erm….very cosy. I'm not quite sure how that seems to be happening, or quite what that is right in the middle, but, why are you……..?

It hits him hard, like a blow to the stomach, as blood rushes to his ears and he stops mid sentence. As it dawns on him, his eyes widen further and he shakes his head vigorously, desperate to get more words out

Adams his voice caught in his throat: Oh, no! No, no, no, no! You can't be serious! You can't! That's…that's disgusting! Oh ew! NO!

Rebecca blinking at him and pouting again, putting the book closer to him: Aw, please Andrew. Or, I'm afraid, I can't let you go.

Adams unsure whether to laugh or cry, the diagram looming in his face as his voice turns high-pitched: But with who! I mean I'm not saying yes or anything, but I'm curious, Rebecca! Who on earth would we ask to join in THAT sort of activity!

Rebecca rolling her eyes in exasperation: Well Flora, of course! Who else? Bloody Lady Caroline!

Adams begins to laugh loudly, Rebecca slamming the book shut and tutting, and for a while he thinks she is joking. Eventually his hysterics subsides and his expression turns to one of horror. She means it. She wants to invite the housekeeper 'in' to their nocturnal activities!

Rebecca spinning round and grinning: And I want YOU to ask her!

Adams struggling again: No, I say! No!

Rebecca stroking his face with a finger: Well, I can't let you go, sweetie. Such a pity. I'm sure if you thought about it for a little while you would see the benefits, and don't you find her a bit attractive?

Adams unsure if this is a loaded question: Well, I er, don't really think about, er, I suppose, not really sure, maybe – NO! I don't!

Rebecca tenderly kissing his lips: Oh I'm sure you do, just a little. I mean, of course I normally want you all to myself Andrew darling, but thought it may add a little spice to our relationship.

Adams almost spitting in disgust: A little spice! SPICE! If you want more spice then maybe I can add some nutmeg to your tea or something! But this, Rebecca, I don't know!

Rebecca playing with the scarf tying his left wrist to the bed: Please say you'll ask her. For me. If she says no, then fine. But if not, it is you my dear who is in for the treat!

Adams has absolutely no intention on asking Flora. Not a jot, not a slither of hope. But he is late. VERY late. And if either her or Jarvis notices his absence then Felix may say something and it could all get very nasty. Spying his clothes strewn across the room from the night before, his desperation gets the better of him

Adams sighing heavily: Alright, alright. I give in. I'll ask her. But give me time, it's a very difficult proposition for a man!

Giggling, Rebecca gives him a big kiss and quickly unties him, obviously believing him completely. Frowning, and not even trying to get his way with her one last time until their next encounter, he says very little as he dresses, although she is enthusiastically trying to show him more pictures from her little book. Adams tries his best not to look, but then considers maybe it is something he could borrow if for some reason she can't see him one night – what on earth is this Karma Sutra, or whatever it's called, anyway? With a cursory peck on the cheek (and a small pinch of her bottom – well he just couldn't resist) he shakes his head one last time before exiting. What a load of rubbish, he considers, this idea she has. Not at all interesting. Not at all. Disgusting. Obviously. Flora naked; naked with Rebecca – what man would want to think of that? Well not him. Obviously.

The next morning a determined and calmer Jarvis entered the dining room, only pausing for a moment when his glance fell on the now present housekeeper, an expression of both pain and relief dancing momentarily over his features. However he quickly recovered and after issuing a general Good Morning to all those assembled he sat down in his chair and reached for the toast, buttering it precisely before piling spoonfuls of Kraus's Eggs Benedict on to his plate with enthusiasm. As he was passing the bowl around the table Flora looked up from her tea and for the first time since their argument their eyes met. At first her eyes were full of sadness but then something seemed to change and her gaze hardened, her eyes suddenly were like smouldering coals and the extent of her fury made Jarvis sit back in his seat as if burned.

For a moment the pair continued to glare at each other; Jarvis was trapped by the intensity of Flora's anger and like a small cornered animal was unable to move. The spell was only broken when Flora's attention was diverted, her gaze turning to settle on Emily, who sat next to Walter had been watching their silent exchange with avid interest; her natural maternal instincts to defend her child kicking in as she witness her son being beaten down by the housekeepers glare. In turn she had started to glare at Flora, who realising instinctively she was being watched, had whirled her head round to return the gaze. For a moment the two women positively bristled, but then Flora seemed to reign in her anger and smile apologetically at the older woman, who in turn replied to the half smile with one of her own.

Typical Jarvis thought, his appetite for Kraus's superb breakfast waning fast, why was it Flora would back down to anyone else but not him? Well if she thought she could disappear off to her office or the laundry all day and avoid speaking to him at all then she was very much mistaken, he had a cunning plan that would ensure that she would have to spend most of the morning in his company.

Slowly the butler cleared his throat, gaining the attention of those present, "I will be holding a staff meeting in Mrs Ryan's office in half an hour, it is high time all arrangements for the upcoming wedding were finalised, I expect everyone to have a detailed plan regarding their areas of responsibility and the tasks to be assigned to each member of their staff. We don't have many spare hands so let's make those we do have work productively!"

Then Jarvis added, "Of course Mr Kraus I don't expect you to have your menus formalised, however if you would be so good as to liaise with Mr Simpkins, perhaps you could have a draft list of staffing requirements hammered out by lunchtime?"

"Actually Mr Jarvis, we already have a draft plan, we discussed it over breakfast!" Felix replied a satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, as Jarvis favoured him with a genuinely surprised and pleased expression, an expression that contrasted sharply with the burly cook sitting opposite the chef.

Simpkins expression was one of barely contained outrage, his pride had obviously taken a battering knowing that his cooking was not up to speck, and realising he was going to have play second fiddle to the foreigner. Jarvis realised that when Felix had said discussed he actually meant instructed, and the butler had to resist the urge to sigh, a struggle for power in the kitchen was the last thing he needed right now. He could see it all, the wedding day arrives, and he ends up having to cook the feast because the two cooks have declared war and were attacking each other in the pastry, using the delicious exotic desserts as ammunition, and Flora would be in the middle trying to placate them both and making as much of an impact as a snowball in hell.

Shaking his head slightly Jarvis got to his feet, and seizing the remaining slice of toast from his plate made his way to his office, intending read his paper until it was time for the staff meeting. As he settled behind his desk, and opened up his newspaper, he found his thoughts wandering once more to the looks Flora had sent him over breakfast, maybe she did have right to be angry, surely anger was better than no emotion at all? Signing to himself Jarvis sat back and pulled out his watch stroking the lock of hair its case for a few minutes before finally glancing at the time, there was still ten minutes before the staff meeting. Then suddenly inspiration struck him, what if he just happened to be early, there was every chance Flora would have gone straight to her office after breakfast, after all she would need to get her paperwork in order for the staff meeting. Smiling to himself Jarvis got to his feet and after a cursory check in the mirror and quick swipe at his hair, he turned and strode out of his office, along the corridor where the unsuspecting housekeeper sat alone in her office.

Jarvis paused for a moment outside her door, simply content to stand and observe her work, his eyes raking over her, following her hands as she reached out for assorted pieces of paper that lay scattered over her desk, remembering vividly the softness of her hands and the many caresses they had lavished on him over the past year. For a moment he had to blink back tears, he had to stop this defeatist nonsense; there was no way their relationship was ending like this! Jarvis raised his hand to knock on her door, but suddenly he realised to his own damnation he had know idea what he was going to say! This had to go right; if he didn't plan it carefully then he could end up doing more damage than good! Sighing softly to himself he stepped back into the shadows and wandered back along the hall to his office, opening the door sadly and slumping back down into his chair.

His attention returning to his unopened post, seizing the first few he drew out his letter opener and slashed carelessly through the first few envelopes, dragging out the sheets of paper inside and giving each a cursory glance before consigning each to their own pile, urgent, important, and those that could be overlooked for the time being. However upon drawing out one of the last letters he scanned the first paragraph, his brow drawing together in frustration and he flicked the envelope over, his gaze falling on the addressee, the letter wasn't for him it was for Flora! That stupid Johnny had inadvertently included one of Flora's letters in his pile. Slowly getting to his feet Jarvis seized the letter, intending to return it to the housekeeper and apologise for opening it.

However his hand paused on his door handle, although this letter would give him the perfect opportunity to talk to Flora it might also inadvertently be the trigger of another row! Could he risk her believing that he was opening and reading her mail, in effect spying her? Sighing to himself Jarvis shook his head, there was no time to decide now, perhaps later when he had a spare moment he would be able to read the letter and decide whether its contents made it imperative to deliver to its real owner. After all if it was just a bit of idle female gossiping what would be the harm of her never seeing it, it could so easily have gotten lost on the way here, that happens all the time. Relieved to have thought of a possible solution Jarvis strode over to his desk, and opening his drawer threw the letter inside, locking it securely before a quick glance at his mantle clock informed him he was late for his own meeting.

The almost the entire staff were assembled in the housekeepers office by the time he arrived, over five minutes late, but Jarvis chose to ignore their snide sniggers, and comments although he did decide to find someway of paying that snotty lout William Forest back for his succinct quip. One day he would be in a position to settle his account with the young footman, and on that day he wanted to make sure he had a full and complete record of every injury he had suffered at the hands of that particular delinquent. However before he could think of a suitable snide retort, the door that he had just closed behind him was flung open and a very out of breath Andrew Adams burst in, the under butler was bright red and panting heavily, his shirt creased and his neck tie so badly knotted Jarvis was certain his subordinate had dressed without the use of a mirror that morning.

"Delighted you could join us Mr Adams, please take a seat." Jarvis said, without missing a beat and he moved to the fireplace as his under butler flung himself gratefully down into the only available chair, opposite Mrs Ryan and Mr Kraus.

As Jarvis began to drone on about the upcoming wedding Adams struggled to pay attention whilst surreptitiously trying desperately to straighten out the creases in his uniform and ignore the amused glances being thrown his way by Felix. Typical Adams thought, can't he just leave it alone, he dreaded to think the direction the Chef's thoughts would be taking, the problem was they probably wouldn't be all that far from the truth! Settling back in his seat he tried to concentrate on what Jarvis was saying, but every few seconds he felt his eyes glaze over and he had to resist the urge to yawn, damnit surely it wasn't his fault the man was so boring. Instead he felt his mind start to wander as his gaze travelled around the room, focusing at first on the ceiling where for a few minutes he passed the time watching a spider scurry across the room.

Then as usual he found his thoughts returning to Rebecca, it had to be said that woman never failed to surprise him! But really her newest scheme had taken him completely by surprise, he had no idea she was interested in those sort of exploits! And expecting him to ask Flora Ryan, the outright winner of Miss Chastity Belt from 1845-1850! What gave Rebecca the idea that their straight-laced housekeeper would ever agree to something like that? As he pondered that question his gaze descended from the ceiling and settled on the lady in question, as if by studying her intently the answer would some how present itself.

She was beautiful, not in the same way that Rebecca was, in his opinion no woman alive could compare to the Scottish beauty, but there was something about her that he found attractive; not that he'd ever admit that to another living soul, let alone Rebecca. Women were decidedly confusing; Adams knew only too well that had he made a passing comment about finding any other woman vaguely attractive, Rebecca would have been incensed. However as it now fitted in with her own desires Rebecca was positively encouraging him to make advances to another woman. Adams shook his head slightly in disbelief, women he would never understand them!

But as his gaze lingered on the housekeeper, for a moment he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of her actually agreeing! After all it was never really going to happen, and he'd never expose himself to ridicule by even approaching her, but it didn't do his ego any harm to imagine! The prospect of both Rebecca and Flora in bed with him and catering to his every whim was not one that could be easily dismissed, and Adams smiled to himself imagining Jarvis reaction when he found out. Yes that would place the butler firmly in his place, Adams not only bedding the beautiful Lady Farqueherson but also Jarvis's former fiancé. He had to suppress a chuckle, wouldn't it serve the butler right to be told by his lady love that now she'd experienced a real man there was no way she'd ever return to the Butler's arms.

As if somehow sensing the under butler's intense scrutiny Flora shifted uncomfortably in her seat, shooting a puzzled glance in Adam's direction. He was sitting staring at her, his eyes practically boring into her, but he didn't seem to notice he'd attracted the housekeeper's attention. The reason for this soon became apparent to her, as on another glance over at him Flora realised where his eyes were locked, blushing slightly the housekeeper crossed her arms across her chest disrupting Adams from his mental wanderings and causing his eyes to jump upwards locking with the housekeeper's. However the look in his eyes almost caused Flora to gasp with shock, the under butler was looking at her with barely restrained lust, his pupils wide and his expression hungry.

For a moment Flora was stunned, but then she became angry, her face flushing now more from anger than embarrassment, how dare he ogle her, it was even worse now she knew he was involved with someone, how could he betray Rebecca like that? For a moment she sat there stunned, resisting the urge to openly show her disgust lest it was picked up by Walter, instead she settled for trying to stare down the under butler refusing to blink or look away first, but in response Adams just smiled lasciviously his eyes now raking openly up and down her body leaving her in no doubts as to the depraved nature of his thoughts.

Adams had to resist the urge to laugh out loud, how could Rebecca ever think Flora would be interested in joining them, she still got furious over a simple gesture of male admiration? But he still didn't tear his eyes away, preferring to wind the housekeeper up further. Knowing she wouldn't dare make a scene in front of all these people, he turned his gaze to an obvious leer and opening his mouth slightly ran his tongue along the bottom of his teeth his eyes locked firmly on her breasts. This seemed to incense her further and Adams smiled broadly as her colour heightened from a touch of pink to flaming red; the under butler knew that although he'd never get his hands on her skin, for him it was all to easy to get under it, and in the end the ultimate result was the same, she still got hot and flustered.

Meanwhile another occupant of the room had been watching this exchange with growing concern out of the corner of his eye. Felix Kraus had a good view of Andrew Adams but he could only see the side of Flora's face and so could only guess at her expression. He had been amazed at the looks Adams had been sending Flora, at first they had just been surprisingly soft and inquisitive but then after the housekeeper had noticed and the pair had locked gazes, Adams appeared to be trying, in his rather gauche way, to seduce her. What had him more amazed was that Flora seemed to be allowing it, her only response was to blush, and continue to gaze over at the under butler.

It was then that a horrible thought struck him. No that was impossible, Flora had always despised Andrew Adams, but there was no mistaking the fact that Adams hadn't slept in his own room and had appeared this morning in the same suit and tie that he had worn last night when Felix had caught him. His reaction to the chef's teasing had convinced Felix then that Adams definitely had a lady friend at Taplows! And he had been heading down the Upper Servant corridor not towards the maids room, why the only other place you could get to other than the senior staff bedrooms along that corridor was though one of the side doors and into the main house, and it was unthinkable for Adams to be conducting a liaison right under the noses of the aristocracy!

Shaking his head to try and dislodge the unpleasant mental images that had sprung up, Felix took a deep breath. He was being ridiculous, there was nothing going on other than Andrew Adams being his usual obnoxious self. He couldn't have been away from Taplows that long, that suddenly it would be acceptable to see Adams and Flora as a couple?

Finally after what seemed to be an eternity the staff meeting drew to a close, however a handful of the senior staff, having been otherwise engaged, stood up and moved to leave knowing little more about the upcoming wedding preparations then they did when they walked in. Jarvis had intended to commandeer Flora after the meeting but she slipped out with the rest of the staff, storming after Andrew Adams, sighing sadly to himself he heard the Earl's bell ringing and slamming his papers down onto her desk strode upstairs to see what the old goat wanted now.

After a few minutes of dodging past other members of staff Flora caught up with Mr Adams. She had purposely ignored Felix calling after her down the corridor, asking her to join him for a cup of tea; that could wait but dealing with Adams could not.

"Mr Adams!" Flora growled at the under butler, who stopped suddenly and turned round to gaze down mischievously at the diminutive housekeeper.

"Yes Mrs Ryan, and what can I do you for now?" He asked purposely twisting his words, so that they were loaded with innuendo.

"I don't expect a repeat of that display ever again!" Flora hissed, careful to keep her voice quiet so that the passing servants would be unable to overhear.

Adams raised his eyebrow in a fake expression of surprise, before replying "Display?"

"You know exactly what I'm on about, What Rebecca sees in you….." But Flora was unable to finish her sentence as an outraged Adams grabbed her firmly by the arm and pushed her through the nearby open door and into the silver room, slamming it shut behind him and pinning the housekeeper against the door.

"Not another word!" Adams growled. "Do you have any idea what would happen to her if people found out, about us, she'd be publicly disgraced?...And I thought you were supposed to be her friend?"

"I am her friend!" Flora replied indignantly, trying to pull herself out of the under butler's grip of iron.

"Then prove it! Start acting like one!" Adams hissed in her ear.

For a moment Flora was going to argue back, make a snide comment about how he could possibly talk, he was supposed to be in love with Rebecca yet he was willing to cheat on her with other women, but something in his eyes stopped her. He was really concerned about Rebecca, now his anger had subsided his fear for his lady was evident and instead she simply nodded her head. Adams relieved released her and stood back allowing her to open the door.

Pausing for a moment Flora turned back, "I'm sorry, I won't say anything to anyone! Just keep your eyes to yourself from on now on!"

"Oh Jesus lassie, I was only staring into space! I only carried it on to wind you up!" Adams retorted, trying to convince himself of the same fact but not quite succeeding on either counts judging by Flora's amused expression. Then just as the housekeeper was about to leave, he opened his mouth before he could stop himself. "Rebecca was wondering……" And then he stopped unable to continue, there was no way he could ask her, better to just make something up. "Urrgh…. Would you take her her elevenses from now on; I think she enjoyed having you to talk to."

Flora smiled and nodded shutting the door behind her and leaving a very relieved and confused Andrew Adams behind, certain that women would be the death of him.

Cut to the drawing room. Jarvis is stood in front of the Earl, who is sat forward in his arm chair, a tray on his lap with a writing book resting on it, open. He is booming instructions at his butler, but without looking up at him as he is concentrating on cutting out certain articles, highlighted in ink, from the day's papers. Next to him on the floor is a stack of every national newspaper available, and throwing down The Times and snatching up a copy of the Daily Dispatch he almost knocks over his glue pot. Jarvis can just about see that on one page the old duffer has stuck a picture of a possible sighting of Lord Fiffington-Piffles. Keeping a scrap book of every Fiffington-Piffle report the Earl comes across is a little obsessive, he thinks, but he can't really blame him considering that the bailiffs are going to be in after the wedding to turn his precious home upside down. For the first time Jarvis actually feels a bit sorry for him.

Lounging on the settee is Lady Caroline, Lord Julian standing behind her and every now and again trying to put his hand affectionately on her shoulder, but instead she keeps knocking his hand away and looking up at him, utterly disgusted. Next to her Lady Rebecca can sense Jarvis' boredom, and smiling cheekily at him she rolls her eyes and huffs, nodding in the Earl's direction as if so say 'mad old fool'

Jarvis a little confused at the Earl's latest request: Doves, sir? 100 of them?

The Earl sighing and concentrating on his scissors: Yes, man, doves.

Lady Caroline clapping her hands girlishly: Ohh Daddy, thank you, my wedding just wouldn't be complete without them!

She leaps up, leaning over to her father and kissing him on the cheek, but he flaps her away when she nearly puts her elbow in a freshly glued article. Julian, just as puzzled as Jarvis at the request, clears his throat to speak, but thinks better of it as he is just incidental to the whole day anyway. Instead he pulls out a small notepad, and looking Jarvis up and down he begins to make notes, causing the butler to feel even more uncomfortable than before

The Earl grumbling: Best give the girl what she wants! Might as well have her completely wipe me out, eh!

Jarvis smiling insincerely as he glances from one aristocrat to the next: Will that be all, sir?

Suddenly a small, croaky voice pipes up from the corner of the room by the window, where Lady Mary is sat shakily crocheting. She has been mumbling to herself on and off since Jarvis entered the room, but everyone just took no notice of the old biddy's babbling. This is in fact the first time she has been 'let out' of her room by the Earl for two days, so Jarvis considers that no wonder she is turning a bit barmy. She has turned slightly, only apparently having just seen Jarvis there, and is pointing at him and smiling

Lady Mary struggling to get up from her window seat: My dear Algie, back from the hunt so soon? I will call for your lunch straight away.

The Earl slamming down his glue pot as Lady Caroline sniggers: Mother he is not my dead father, how many more times do I have to tell you! He's the bloody butler for Christ's sake, now sit down before I order you out of this room!

Lady Mary does as she's told without questioning it, but she doesn't seem particularly upset, instead she returns to her mumblings and her crocheting as the Earl shakes his head and begins to frantically glue again.

The Earl giving Jarvis a cursory glance: Oh yes, one more thing Jarvis, I wish to see that William Forest after dinner, make sure he appears!

Jarvis desperately trying to not to sound perturbed: William Forest, sir?

The Earl his voice quietening slightly: Yes, it seems my usual winter problem has returned!

Jarvis unable to help a small smile: Ahh yes of course, M'Lord. I will make sure he is in attendance.

Jarvis glances in Rebecca's direction, who is managing to stifle a small giggle in the most ladylike fashion. He catches her eye and she winks at him – he has heard that Flora spent a good proportion of her afternoon with the Lady yesterday, and he is slightly paranoid as to what she may have told her about their relationship. Awkwardly, he looks away as the Earl continues to speak

The Earl wiping gluey hands on a handkerchief: And I need to speak to you at some point over the next few days, seems I'm going to have to cut some more wages if we're having a lavish do, what?

Lady Caroline bounces up and down excitedly on the settee, completely oblivious to the upset a further cut in servants wages could cause, but Jarvis is finding it difficult to not look in distain at his employer as he breathes deeply, before bowing slightly and edging towards the door

Jarvis: Very good, sir.

Rebecca calling over to him and waving her dainty hand: Oh Mr Jarvis? Would it at all be possible for me to see your chef Mr Kraus for a moment very soon? I would like to compliment him on his delightful haggis last night, most perfect, and I am curious as I have yet to meet this culinary master.

Jarvis liking her enthusiasm and her kind tone of voice: Indeed, M'Lady, I am sure Mr Kraus would be delighted. I will ask him to pay you a visit before he begins to prepare lunch.

Rebecca as if an afterthought: Oh, and would you also be a sweetie and ask Mr Adams to come with him, I need to speak to him too. About my lady's maid.

Jarvis shaking his head in confusion: Mr Adams, M'Lady, but I can……

Rebecca her eyes wide and pleading: Please, Mr Jarvis. I would be most grateful.

Jarvis smiles but notices to his surprise an expression of longing on her face, almost as if she is trying to tell him something, but what? Oh if only he could speak to Flora, find out exactly what she has told her, in the hopes that the passion in her eyes isn't directed at him! Why on earth would Flora choose to talk to some aristocrat about her problems and their relationship, rather than him? Rebecca's gaze focuses on the butler for only a moment, then it is as if she is staring through the door, longing to be somewhere else rather than with these stuffy old bores. With an 'as you wish, ma'am' Jarvis exits, leaving Rebecca to listen to the whines and whims of her friend and the boring chatter of her fop of a fiancé.

Cut to the servants courtyard where Fred, Joe and George are catching a supposed 'five minute' break. Nearly 20 minutes into it, and Joe and George are laughing in amusement at Fred's apparent misfortune. Fred is slumped on a step, shaking his head and glaring up at George who is almost doubled over and pointing at him.

George slapping him on the shoulder: Sure it wasn't you, mate? I mean, you're hardly a picture of beauty, are you!

Fred grinning mockingly before throwing a pebble: Yeah, yeah, joke all you like, but as soon as she's better, I'm telling you!

Joe leaning against the wall and grinning: Well, I certainly don't want her if that's what she does, and I bet you don't either, George!

George looking smug: Nah mate, you can keep her Fred. Johnny might, though – he doesn't get any action it seems, so he'll take anything I bet!

Enter Adams, looking stern and glaring at the three footmen

George: Hey Andrew, heard about Fred? He got lucky and unlucky both at once last night, poor sod.

Adams raising his eyebrows at Fred, thinking about his money: Really? So Mr Matkin's love life has kept you entertained for twenty minutes has it? I saw you lot go on your UNAUTHORISED break, and unless you want me to go running to Mr Jarvis I suggest you get your lazy bodies back to work!

Joe standing and gesturing towards Fred: Well I reckon he's lost his bet, but he won't give me his money.

George leaning towards Adams: Yeah, bit of what you may call a grey area. Fred got Isobel into bed, but then she pukes all over him. Flu apparently!

Adams sniggers in disgust, Fred's disappointment at missing out on his 'easy lay' obvious. Joe and George re-enter the house but Adams hangs back, indicating to Fred to come closer

Adams glancing around then whispering harshly: Where's my cut, laddie!

Fred now angry as well as disappointed: Joe won't give me the money! I don't think I lost, I mean the bet was to get her into bed, and I did! Look, don't worry, I'll get what he owes me, leave it to me.

Adams gripping his arm: Well, you'd better, or you'll be giving me money anyway. I say you won, so a deal's a deal!

Jarvis appears and calls from a little distance away: Ah Mr Adams, Lady Rebecca would like to see you. She's in the drawing room.

Adams quickly releasing Fred and swinging round: Of course sir, on my way!

What could she want? It can't be intimate as she's in a public room, unless she's alone and feeling a bit naughty. He grins at this, feeling a little more amorous than normal due to the images of Flora and Rebecca he created in his mind during the meeting. Well, only one way to find out!

Cut to the kitchens, where Kraus is finally settling back into his routine, much to Mr Simpkins' annoyance. The cook's hatred for his boss seems to have increased to a complete loathing, but the chef barely notices as he begins shouting his orders to his kitchen staff, including Lizzie who has been incredibly quiet since the business with Will at the party. To celebrate his timely return, Kraus promises an evening of cheese rolling to the most productive staff, and an evening of hard graft scrubbing the kitchen floor to the biggest slackers.

Felix inspecting the inside of the oven: This place is filthy, certainly not up to Felix Kraus' standards! Right everyone, I want a big clean up before we do anything in here, not so much as a carrot will be chopped until I'm satisfied!

All in unison: Yes Mr Kraus!

Enter Jarvis, who scans the scene and he is surprised that for the first time in a long while his heart is filled with joy. At least something is getting back to normal, and the sight of Felix back in his kitchen, where he belongs, brightens his day immensely.

Jarvis his tone more jolly than normal: Mr Kraus! Lady Rebecca would like to see you to congratulate you on your delightful haggis! She is in the drawing room.

A few of the maids snigger into their scrubbing brushes, glancing at each other at the amusing double entendre, but Jarvis just grunts and ignores them

Kraus looking a little worried to leave the cook in charge for even a minute: Yes of course, I will come straight away Mr Jarvis.

Abandoning his cake tin, the chef walks towards Jarvis, hurrying him out of the door and taking him to one side

Felix looking at him sternly: Have you spoken to Flora yet?

Jarvis sighing and glancing down at his shoes: Er, no, not yet, I…..

Felix placing a hand on his friend's shoulder: But you must! You cannot go on like this, she's upset!

Jarvis: But you've seen the way she looks at me! She can't stand the sight of me, so she's hardly going to kiss and make up now, is she? Be realistic Felix!

Felix in complete despair, turning to walk down the corridor: I am being realistic! Oh, I give up, I really do!

And with that he storms off, his jacket and hair flying out behind him, leaving the butler with his thoughts to watch him walk away

Cut to Adams approaching the drawing room, a slight bounce to his step and a lively whistle emanating from his lips. Stopping abruptly just outside it, he clears his throat and tugs on his waistcoat before adjusting his neck tie. Just as he is about to reach for the door handle he hears footsteps behind him, and swinging round he glares as Felix Kraus bounds up to him, a broad grin on his face

Adams looking him up and down, a sharp tone to his voice: What the hell are you doing here?

Kraus clapping him on the back: I have been summoned by the good Lady Rebecca, what's your excuse, my friend?

Adams realising no treats for him then, worse luck: The same.

both men reach for the handle at the same time, but then Kraus knocks lightly on the door and a high-pitched 'enter!' comes from within. Adams snatches at the handle quickly, throwing the door open and sliding in just ahead of Kraus – well he should have priority, he thinks, he is her lover after all!

Rebecca her eyes brightening as she beams: Oh, both at once, how spiffing!

Adams is unsure if this is some sort of quip due to her request that morning, or whether she is playing some sort of game by inviting them both at the same time. Surely she doesn't want to have a go with Felix after Flora! Adams and Kraus edge into the room, both glancing at each other then at her. Fortunately the other aristocrats have gone, including the Earl, although he has left a few glue patches on the carpet which some poor maid is currently scrubbing at, but to no avail.

Adams giving Rebecca a knowing look: You called, m'Lady?

Rebecca looking him up and down: Indeed I did, and may I say Mr Adams how delightful you are looking this morning!

Adams nods politely, successfully masking his uncomfortable confusion. Maybe she likes this sort of thing too? Torturing him in front of others with dangerous comments that could be taken the wrong way, pushing it right to the edge but stopping just before anyone could begin to suspect?
Rebecca turning her attention to Kraus: Mr Kraus, although I met you briefly when you first arrived, I just wanted to have a talk with you, I have visited Prussia once before and I love the accent!

Kraus bowing slightly and smiling: Your Ladyship is too kind, I'm sure.

Rebecca jumping up and sauntering over to him: Oh not at all, Mr Kraus, not at all! A place like this needs a bit of class in the kitchen, and I also hear you like a bit of cheese rolling!

Adams, feeling the jealousy beginning to build in his stomach, grits his teeth and stands tall, not taking his eyes off Rebecca for a moment.

Rebecca gliding towards the window: You must show me cheese rolling, Mr Kraus! Next time there is game, I MUST come down to the servants quarters to watch, get me away from here with nothing but sewing and the odd bit of reading for company!

Kraus barely hiding his amusement: Why of course, you are most welcome to attend, although I must warn Your Ladyship that it can get a little bit noisy and competitive, you may wish to listen from the safety of another room instead.

Rebecca giggling and waving her hand towards him playfully: Oh Mr Kraus, you do flatter me, although I am no delicate flower! Those who know me well would, I am sure, agree, is that not right, Mr Adams?

Adams almost steps back in shock at the question. He had been too busy keeping silent, annoyed at her flirtations with the chef and desperate to pull her away and ask her exactly what she's up to, wanting to come down to the servants quarters. Does she want to get found out?

Adams mumbling into his collar: Er, well, I am sure you have your sensitivities, m'Lady, but I am hardly the person to ask……

Rebecca shooting him a glance and raising her eyebrow: Were you not under-butler at Highlands, Mr Adams?

Adams flushing: Well yes, but…..

Rebecca moving towards him, running her finger suggestively along her bottom lip: Then you will have observed me over that time, will you not?

Adams gulping hard, desperately trying not to look at Kraus: Well, from afar Your Ladyship, as a member of the household should.

Kraus, completely unsuspecting of Adams' nervousness or Lady Rebecca's teasing, just stands and smiles. Little does Adams know that the idea that the Lady and Andrew Adams are having any sort of romance couldn't be further from the chef's mind. If Adams had have known this, then maybe he wouldn't be sweating quite so much or shaking quite so hard

Rebecca almost trying to provoke Adams into fainting on the spot: But did I not play croquet very competitively, Mr Adams? Do I not have an incredible ability to win at poker? And do I not, Mr Adams, enjoy riding bareback?

Adams his mouth dry and his head pounding: Bareback, m'Lady, I, er…..?

Rebecca grinning cheekily, her eyes darting from him to Kraus to gage reaction: Oh, you remember, Mr Adams, I'm sure! I can recall a few occasions when you were there to help me mount, don't say you've forgotten.

Adams the heat rising from his collar and up his face: You may very well be right, m'Lady.

Rebecca sighs, moving close to Kraus who is still completely oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation. He smiles, obviously impressed with the outgoing nature of this particularly refined young lady, as she gently takes his hand.

Rebecca whispering naughtily to him, but loud enough for Adams to hear, her gaze focused on him: I've even straddled my stallion before, Mr Kraus, so very bad of me I know! It's side-saddle for me from now on, I think!

If Adams had felt bad before, then now he feels even worse. Her insinuations and suggestive glances are far too much for him to cope with, but he tries to remain expressionless and prevent himself from catching her eye for too long

Kraus kissing her knuckles: I am sure that a lady of your stature, Lady Rebecca, has only the disposition to be graceful in everything she does.

Adams could have vomited at this fawning, screwing his face up in disgust as his mistress continues to flirt with Kraus through small-talk for the next minute or two before finally congratulating him on a fine haggis

Rebecca waving towards the door: Well, thank you, Mr Kraus, I look forward to your next culinary delight, and I am so pleased you will be preparing the wedding feast. Do come and visit me again, won't you, and remember the cheese rolling!

Kraus bowing and moving towards the door: Of course, Your Ladyship is most welcome.

Rebecca asks the maid to leave along with Kraus as her efforts on the carpet are obviously not working, so Adams waits for them to exit, forcing the door shut as soon as the chef has gone through it then storming up to Rebecca, his face red with anger and his breathing heavy

Adams: What on earth are you playing at, eh! EH!

Rebecca raising an eyebrow in mock surprise: Playing at, my darling? I don't know what you mean! Andrew you are paranoid – he doesn't suspect a thing.

Adams his voice strained: I have every right to be paranoid, Rebecca! Your….your…smuttiness nearly got us caught and I for one cannot afford that!

Rebecca sniffing lightly as tears spring to her eyes: Are you saying that you want to end it? That you don't want to see me and that you don't love me any more?

Adams his shoulders sagging, knowing she's twisting his words: No, that's not what I'm saying at all, we just need to be careful that's all.

Rebecca her chin wobbling daintily: I couldn't bare to loose you again, Andrew, I called you up here because I wanted to see you as I rarely get to speak to you during the day at the moment. I thought inviting myself along for cheese rolling would be another way to be near you

She begins to squeak, tears rolling down her cheeks, but although Adams wants to comfort her, he also wants to yell at her to stop crying, desperately aware that the Earl could barge in at any moment, booming his orders only to see his guest in tears with his under-butler looming over her. He decides that shouting would probably only cause her to squeak and wail even louder, so he takes the subtle approach. Gently he draws her into a hug, kissing her tears away and running his fingers through her ringlets. He then moves her over to the settee, sitting her down and clasping her hand

Adams nuzzling her nose: Oh Rebecca, you need to calm down. I want to be near you too, I really do, but you know how difficult it is.

Rebecca her voice almost a squeal and her eyes still sparkling with tears: Oh but Andrew I can't bare to be with these people, I thought getting away from Highlands would be good for me, but Caroline and I just don't connect any more, and now Izzie is poorly I have no maid and I can't manage my corsets by myself all the time!

Adams giving her a nudge, grinning and whispering: Well, you know I can help you with that any time you like!

Rebecca raises a smile through her dainty sobbing, tapping him playfully on the leg and kissing him tenderly

Adams cupping her chin in his hand and looking into her eyes: Look, I will speak to Mrs Ryan about a new maid, at least that's something I don't feel embarrassed asking her about.

Rebecca smiling gratefully as Adams stands to leave: Please come to me tonight, you've not worn your Robin Hood outfit yet!

Adams nods, kissing the palm of her hand and after formally asking her 'will that be all, m'Lady?' he bows courteously and exits as any good under-butler should. She may be his mistress but she is also a wealthy heiress and certain protocol should always be followed even when they are alone, he thinks, chuckling to himself. He frowns, thinking back to the chef flirting with Rebecca – maybe he knows after all? After pausing for a moment, Adams shakes his head, as if regarding the notion as silly, and heads off back towards the servants quarters. It's been a while since that William Forest had a good hiding, so maybe it is time to remind him that being a cocky sod will only get him a bloody nose – maybe another Glasgow Kiss is just what the boy deserves?

Flora Ryan, although still slightly shaken from her encounter with Andrew Adams, is very much looking forward to taking Lady Rebecca her elevenses. Putting their little discussion to the back of her mind, she notes the time then finishes scribbling down the most recent purchases of brandy and sugar in her book of figures before departing her office for the kitchens and the still room. Hurrying down the corridor, she passes George and Fred who are sniggering at an unsuspecting Joseph, who quite unknown to him has a 'kick me' sign pinned to the back of his uniform. Stopping and swinging round, Flora chides the two footmen, unpinning Joe who is glaring at them

Flora shaking her head and forcing the sign into George's grasp: Haven't you two got anything better to do! As Mrs Diggins would say, idiot grins on idiot faces, now hurry along, His Lordship will be needing you soon!

The footmen just nod as, with a swish of her skirts, Flora continues down the corridor, leaving Joe to grumble at his colleagues, hitting Fred on the arm as George continues to snigger.

Once in the kitchen, which is decidedly devoid of staff due to a meeting called by Mr Kraus, Flora disappears into the larder momentarily, before returning with one of the lemon cakes. Impressed that Felix had found the time to produce so many of his specialities since his return, she cuts it up and prepares the water for the tea. Glancing around, she realises that the kitchen is nearly out of tea leaves, as most of the tea preparation tended to happen in the still room, so tutting gently to herself she decides to leave the cake uncovered for a moment while she went and fetched some.

So, once again, the kitchen stood lifeless, until less than a minute later when a rather peckish butler appeared, a newspaper tucked under his arm. Glancing at his pocket watch he shakes his head; to his annoyance there isn't a maid in sight to prepare him some much needed sustenance, so what on earth is he going to do? Muttering 'typical', he is just about to leave again when his gaze falls on a rather yummy looking, freshly baked cake sitting untouched on the table, already cut into wonderfully thick slices. Smiling naughtily to himself, he checks he is safe from prying eyes, and snatching a slice quickly places it on a nearby china plate before pouring himself a brew with the left out tea leaves - just the right amount left for one cup. He quickly decides to try out the cake there and then, so he stuffs half of it in his mouth then picks up his cup of tea and awkwardly balances it on his newspaper, the last bit of cake in the other hand.

Turning to leave, half regretting shoving in quite so much cake all in one go, he stops suddenly, his eyes widening in shock as he sees the housekeeper in the doorway, a look of surprise and mild curiosity on her face. Jarvis tries to talk but can't, his cheeks stuffed with cake and a guilty look spreading across his features. He reminds Flora of a hamster, storing its food in its pouches, so she can't help a small giggle as he gulps down the cake, obviously feeling like a small boy who had been caught pinching biscuits from the larder.

Jarvis nearly dropping his cup as Flora continues to laugh: I, er….there wasn't anybody here to prepare me anything, so I…..well I'm glad you find this amusing, Mrs Ryan!

Flora scalding him, but rather light-heartedly and with an amused tone: But you know full well that this cake in particular is reserved only for the Earl and his guests, Mr Jarvis, if he knew what you are stealing.

Flora bustles past him, placing the tea on the table and sighing – he has used all the boiling water on himself, so she has to boil up some more, and now she's getting late for Lady Rebecca. Why did he always have to be so selfish? She paused, something causing her to glance up at him – he is staring at her, clutching his tea, but the humour of the situation seems to have completely eluded him, his face hardening as their eyes lock. Pulling away from his gaze, Flora busies herself with the tea as Jarvis bangs his plate down hard on the table and moves towards her, leaning in so he is in whispering distance from her

Jarvis expression steely and voice dangerously low: So are you going to tell him then, eh, Flora? About the cake? Maybe you could use my plate as evidence, although if you'd rather not then I suggest you throw it into the fire like you are accustomed to doing!

Flora turning to him, glaring: I thought we agreed never to mention that again, this is not the same, it was a joke, or have you lost your sense of humour as well as your senses! It seems obvious to me that you have no intention of being civil! Why do you have to be so belligerent!

Jarvis, instantly regretting his unnecessary outburst, thinks back to his heated discussion with Felix the other night and takes her elbow just before she snatches up the tray, forcing her to look at him. Instantly noticing the tears springing to her eyes, it is almost instinct for him to soothe her by touching her face and brushing away free strands of hair, but he thinks better of such sudden intimacy between them after all this time and reluctantly moves a little backwards from her. Whether she had wanted him to be near her he is completely unsure, but from the sadness and hurt in her eyes it seemed to him unlikely

Jarvis anger leaving his expression and forcing an apologetic smile: I'm sorry, Mrs Ryan, I….I shouldn't have said that, it was mean and I apologise. Mr Kraus shouldn't make such wonderful deserts!

Flora looking down at the tray and sniffing: No it's fine, really. The stress of the wedding preparations is getting to us all, especially when we are so short-staffed these days.

Jarvis sighing heavily but his eyes never leaving her face: And now His Lordship says he has no choice but to cut wages further, now that Lady Caroline insists on bloody doves for the wedding.

Flora picking up the tray and raising her eyebrows: Doves! Whatever for! That's ridiculous that really is, next he'll be wanting to cut the lower servants' meal rations, or maybe he thinks we could all do without food altogether?

Jarvis holding open the door for her: Well he does want us to kill Mrs Stanwick, so we could probably fill some sandwiches for lunch, keep us going a little longer before we're all too weak to carry out our duties. Then the master will have to take notice, surely, otherwise how will he ever get up in the morning, never mind feeding himself?

Flora glancing at him as she exits: I presume you mean Mrs Stanwick the bird, rather than the woman?

Jarvis grinning cheekily: Well, you never know!

Flora stops, almost unable to look away from him. Jarvis' expression turns serious and he stops smiling, but a certain softness and longing in his eyes draws her in and holds her stare for a moment that seemed like a lifetime. Flora's mouth parts slightly, biting her bottom lip as her breathing quickens and her heart pounds, but suddenly realising her hands are beginning to shake she looks away and begins to walk quickly away. But Jarvis, unable to resist, calls out to her from the doorway

Jarvis trying to hide the emotion in his voice: I still love that dress on you, you know. The one you're wearing.

Flora gasps and halts in her tracks, her knuckles whitening as she grips the tray. She doesn't turn round, knowing how awkward she already feels, and instead hangs her head, as if waiting for him to say more – willing him almost – while she feels those damn tears beginning to appear again

Jarvis taking a step forward but still keeping his distance: The blue – it compliments your eyes, but then you know that. How I like you in it. Especially when you wear your hair down, like you used to for me, when we were alone. Flora, I…

But he stops, as if the words are catching in his throat and they just refuse to come out. But to his delight Flora finally looks at him, over her shoulder, and allows herself a small smile. For a second he doesn't smile back, unsure what to do or why he suddenly said what he said, but somehow it had felt right and so he returns the gesture, a very, very small step towards a possible friendship again. Anything more still seems unthinkable, but this at least is a start. This doesn't stop him marvelling at her beauty, he had almost forgotten what it is like to see her smile, and he feels a warmth soothing his heartbreak for the first time in what seemed like months now.

Without a word, Flora turns back and walks off, but Jarvis can't help noticing a slight spring to her step that hadn't been there a minute ago. Then, his eyes brightening, he turns back to the kitchen and sees the remainder of his cake. At long last at least something had happened to please his mother - for the moment at least, his appetite has seems to have returned with gusto.

Whilst the butler eagerly consumed his cake, Flora Ryan made her way into the main stairs and up the stairs heading to Lady Rebecca's room. However her thoughts were far from the task in hand, they still dwelled very much below stairs, what had just happened? One minute they had been having one of their typical fights and then the next Walter was backing down and apologising! She had never seen him ever give in so easily, and he almost never apologised, well unless he had done something really awful, like forgetting to tell her about his first wife, but under normal circumstances and over something so simple normally he was as stubborn as a mule and twice as moody. There had been a time when she had found that sullen stubbornness attractive, however when faced with it on a regular basis its charm had quickly faded, his inability to admit he was ever wrong had driven more than one wedge between them; but now it seemed he was making a conscious effort to change, maybe if he……

But the housekeeper never got the chance to pursue that line of thought to it's natural conclusion, as she reached the top of the stairs only to be confronted by Mr Adams.

"Mrs Ryan!" He exclaimed relieved at having found the housekeeper. "I've been looking for you!"

"Really, what for this time Mr Adams?" Flora asked a teasing note entering her voice, "I thought we'd said everything that needed to be said this morning?"

"No, nothing to do with THAT!" Adams retorted his voice squeaking in fear as he quickly glanced over his shoulder afraid that at any moment Rebecca might put in an appearance. "It's about Rebecca's maid!"

"What about her?" Flora asked puzzled.

"Well she sick and Rebecca was wondering if you could lend her one of your maids till Isobel recovers?" Adams asked a slight pleading tone entering his voice.

"Well normally I am not responsible for assigning ladies maid positions, that responsibility lies with Mrs Diggins, however I promise you I will see what I can do, your lady will be sorted by the end of the day I give you my word; although how we're going to cope with one less pair of hands downstairs is anyone's guess!" Flora added shrugging her shoulders in a gesture of defeat before turning and making her way down the West Gallery to Rebecca's room.

Reaching to door, she knocked slightly, and was surprised when the door was suddenly opened but only by an inch, just so the occupant could see out. When Rebecca realised who it was she opened the door just far enough to allow the housekeeper to enter, before slamming it shut sharply behind her when Flora had entered. The reason for this secrecy soon became apparent as the lady in question was in a serious state of disarray. Her dress from that morning had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor and the aristocrat was running around the room in her underwear, desperately trying to get into her riding habit but failing miserable, her auburn ringlets becoming snagged and tangled as she tried unsuccessfully to pin on her hat.

At first Flora just stood their amazed before bursting out into laughter, hurrying over to the dressing table to put down the tray before she inadvertently split tea all over the place.

"Oh fine laugh at my expense!" Rebecca said, throwing herself down onto the chaise lounge an expression of complete and utter exasperation on her face as she watched the housekeeper try and regain control of her giggles. "Do you have any idea how difficult this is for me?" Rebecca added.

"Oh for goodness sake get up, I'll help you!" Flora replied as she caught her breath, reaching out and seizing the dress by the shoulders before walking over to Rebecca and helping her into it. For a few minutes neither woman spoke being far to preoccupied with working out the complicated construction that went into a fashionable Victorian riding habit. Finally as Flora was lacing the dress up at the back, a now much calmer Rebecca was able to address the other issue that was foremost in her mind, namely whether Andrew had gotten round to asking her to join them the following evening.

"Flora dear, has Andrew been able to have a word with you in private?" She asked her eyes wide and pleading as she grasped the housekeeper's hands in her own and pulled her down to sit next to her on the chaise lounge.

"Yes he informed me about your request!" The housekeeper replied, thinking to herself for once Adams was right, finding a new ladies maid was a definite priority, there was no way Rebecca could cope on her own, she'd probably end up singeing her hair if she ever attempted to curl it herself!

"And?" Rebecca asked, a look of gleeful anticipation on her face.

"Well I told him the truth, normally Mrs Diggins is the woman to ask for those sorts of favours…"

"Mrs Diggins!" Rebecca replied horrified, terrifying images immediately springing to mind, most of which revolved around being smothered to death by some of Mrs Diggins's more ample attributes!

"But as it's you and you're a personal friend I promised this time I would get involved!"

"Oh wonderful! Flora I promise you won't regret it!" Rebecca exclaimed practically jumping out of her seat in excitement.

"I'd better not! I wouldn't do this for just anyone you know!" Flora added at first a stern expression on her face, but that quickly melted when she saw how pleased her friend was with her news. "Well I'd better be going I have a million and one things to do!"

"Of course, of course, how selfish of me to keep taking up all your time when your on duty, come and see me after you finish tomorrow and we can have a nice long chat, there are so many things I can't wait to show you! But now isn't the time!" Rebecca replied getting up from her seat and escorting the housekeeper to the door.

"I'll look forward to it!" Flora added smiling back at her friend, as she opened the door and made her way back downstairs.

Rebecca smiling to herself shut the door and leant back against it, before whispering "So will I!"

Lunch time in the servants quarters. Everyone is tucking into their much-deserved cold meat and potato after a hard morning's work, muttering about how this wedding will be the death of them and it hasn't even arrived yet. Will is telling anyone who will listen, George being a prime target, how Lady Rebecca had commented on his legs the previous day, and how she is obviously desperate to get into his long-johns, while Adams scowls at him, gripping his knife in one hand and stabbing at his potato with his fork as if it were Will's head on his plate.

George shovelling his food in as if he hadn't eaten for days: Yeah, of course mate, just what you said about that Mrs Stanwick and look what happened to her? Legacy of a peacock and a ruined ornamental pond. You need to watch yourself with women, mate!

Grace winking at George and smiling: Yeah Will, you need to get yourself a good girl, one that'll clean your shoes, not the other way round! Anyway the rich don't know what they want.

Charlotte reaching out for the salt: Until Mr Jarvis tells them, as we all know only too well! Like a stuck violin he is with that same old line! Anyway Gracie's right, she's probably just testing you out!

Will puffing his chest out: Nah, that little minx knows just what she wants and how to get it, I reckon! But I'm saving myself for the right woman, not just some bit of posh totty in her sexy riding gear!

Adams suddenly leaps out of his chair, scraping it back noisily and slamming down his cutlery. Grace and Charlotte gasp and jump, while Lizzie stares at her father in silent horror as he leans over George and forcefully grabs Will by his collar. He drags him out of his seat so his nose is inches away from his, knocking the footman's half full plate down his legs and onto the floor.

Adams in a fiercely low whisper: Just shut your ugly face, will you! Can't keep your opinions to yourself for one minute can you, eh, Forest! Without the likes of that so-called 'posh totty' the likes of you and me would be out of a job, so have some bloody respect for a change!

And with that he roughly shoves the startled footman back into his chair as everybody else stares, some with forkfuls of food half-way to their mouths, others in mid-slice. Will glances at George, a look of anger and embarrassment on his face, then down at his empty placemat where his rations had once been. Damn that Scotch fool, he curses to himself, can't take a bleedin' joke,twisting his words just so he can make a show of him in front of everyone.

Charlotte suddenly lively as she tries to brighten up a tense moment: So, girls, any guesses for Lady Caroline's dress? I've seen a picture in her room, and that might be it!

Lizzie and Grace exchange unenthusiastic glances, but smile politely at their fellow maid before attempting to carry on the rather dull topic of conversation. A moment or two later, Will tuts, a twisted expression of anger contorting his features, and swings himself out of his chair, kicking it in fury. Adams, gritting his teeth, is about to lunge at him again, to force him to sit and wait while everyone else eats, but thinks better of it

Will walking backwards towards the exit and throwing his napkin at the table: This is ridiculous! Every meal time you have to say something, I've always done something wrong, well this time I'm not staying for it, and anyway there's little bloody point when all me dinner's on the floor!

George trying desperately to placate his friend: Ah, come on Will, I'll give you some of mine, no worries!

Adams a sarcastic tone entering his booming voice: No, let him go, he can starve for all I care, and anyway he's putting me off mine! As long as you come back to clean up your mess! You seem pretty good at fouling up the floor, so you should be well practiced by now with the old mop and bucket!

Will clenches his fists, but without a word he glowers at the under-butler before turning and storming out, leaving George despondent and the dress conversation in limbo. Hardly another word is said, Lizzie occasionally watching her father, wondering where on earth it had all gone wrong between her and the two men she cares most for at Taplows, even now, after everything. They had completely failed to notice how much it hurts and upsets her, and how Adams seems to totally ignore her unless she presents an opportunity to get at William Forest. Maybe she should have stayed at Balmoral, near her sick mother, instead of hoping that her waste of space father might want her and love her.

Lost in her thoughts, it takes her a minute to register that Adams is staring back at her, but instead of asking her what the hell does she think she's staring at, making a show of her, like he would do with anyone else round the table, his hardened expression almost turns to one of guilt and shame. Without smiling, Lizzie glances down at her ham, the tears beginning to swim in her large eyes as she gulps them back. Grace places her hand on her friend's arm, and subtly catches George's eye. Why did Andrew Adams have to ruin everything? Is he so untouchable that nothing he does ever comes back to haunt him? Everyone knows how he treats Will, including Mr Jarvis, so why on earth hasn't he sacked him by now? Does he always have to turn a blind eye? It is a complete mystery to everyone as they sit and slowly chew in silence. Surely, one day soon, he would get what was coming to him?

That evening, Fred has finally managed to catch up with Joe in private to demand his long-awaited cash before he became the under-butler's next unsuspecting victim. Desperately wanting to avoid giving Adams a reason for him to be a substitute for Will, Fred grabs his colleague's arm roughly in the corridor and drags him into the footman's quarters, glancing manically around for prying eyes

Joe louder than Fred anticipated: Hey, get off, will yer! What's your problem now!

Fred shutting the door and whispering: The money, you idiot! I need it!

Joe folding his arms and shaking his head: Oh no, I've told you already, you're not getting a penny! You lost, I'm afraid, don't care what you say!

Fred a look of desperation in his eyes: Well you will do when I end up on the end of Adams' fist!

Joe's superior expression turns confused as Fred slumps into a chair, sighing heavily. Joe, slowly starting to cotton on to what Fred may have gotten himself into, chucks his wig onto the table and sits down next to him

Fred head in his hands: Look, Andrew gave me some tips on how to get Isobel into bed for a cut of my winnings, alright? And he says I won, so now he's out for blood and I don't have the cash as I need it off you!

Joe throwing his arms up in despair, realisation hitting him: Oh you're joking! He told me to put a huge bet on you, that you had less chance of bedding chaste Isobel than you'd have seducing Mrs Diggins! Pure Isobel doesn't know one end of a man from the other, apparently, has never had a man in her life!

Fred totally bemused; a bit slow on the uptake: But she seemed pretty keen to me, hardly needed to follow any of his advice as she was on me like a cat on heat……oh for God's sake!

Fred throws his head back, his face pained, then flops forward, thumping his head on the table and groaning loudly.

Joe completely infuriated: Yeah, well, duh! He's conned us you fool! A big bet from me means a big win for you, and a big cut for him! He's not stupid, you know!

Fred: Unlike us, of course!

Both men sit in silence, drained, Fred with his hands on his head and Joe's expression like thunder

Joe his voice determined: Right, that's it, we've got to give him the money, if not he'll give you a good kicking then he'll probably give me one too for good measure.

Fred sarcastically retorting: Well cheers mate, thanks for all your concern for my wellbeing! Why don't we just give him all our wages and be done with it!

Joe almost grinning at his colleague's naivity, but then lowering his voice and leaning in: No, we'll give him the money, then we'll get it back! Look, I know that I don't often have them, but I have an idea……

The next morning Emily Corey rose early, she had never been a woman who was content to laze about once she was awake, at home before Walter's father had become too sick she had always taken a morning constitutional before breakfast and she thought to herself that it was high time the routine was reintroduced. Dressing quickly and warmly against the winter chill, she made her way downstairs and for the next thirty minutes acquainted herself with the long winding paths in the gardens at Taplows. Heading in from the garden, she pulled off her gloves blowing hot air on to her icy hands in an attempt to warm them through, one thing was certain if she was going to survive the winter here then a trip into town to purchase some thicker winter garments was a necessity, who knows with any luck she might be able to persuade Flora to accompany her, and if Walter just happened to bump into them for tea, well all the better.

Smiling to herself she made her way through the house to the kitchen, intending to make herself a quick cup of tea before the hordes of maids descended and started cooking up a storm. She was just boiling the water when on the side she noticed some freshly baked bread, looking around to see if anyone else was around she quickly cut herself a slice before rooting around the shelves to find the lemon curd that was always laid out on the breakfast table, she was just spreading it over her slice of bread when an amused chortle disrupted her thoughts. Whirling round she caught sight of the Prussian chef standing leaning against one of his work counters, his arms crossed and his floury hands leaving marks on his work coat, an amused expression on his face. Emily embarrassed at being discovered felt her face turn slightly pink, but she refused to be brow beaten by someone young enough to be her son and so did not look away in shame.

"Now I see where Walter gets it from!" Felix said his amusement at the situation clear in his voice.

"Gets what?" Emily asked intrigued as to her son's behaviour when he was not around her.

"His preference for lemon curd and his propensity for midnight raids on my kitchen!" Felix retorted unable to restrain a chuckle or two. Then once he had regained control he added to his guest. "Mrs Corey I do not believe we have been formally introduced, I am Felix Kraus."

"The chef extraordinaire, yes I have heard Walter mention you once or twice. Delighted to make your acquaintance Mr Kraus." She said holding out her hand.

"Felix, Please… I do not stand on ceremony especially around someone I consider to be an ally to the cause." Felix replied a slight smile tugging at his mouth as he seized her hand but instead of shaking it brought it up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles.

"An ally to the cause?" Emily asked bemused by the Chef's choice of phrase. "What cause would this be?"

"Ahhhhhhhh….well it's a rather delicate matter I have decided to form a society, called the Mutual Associates For Instigating Assignations, and I have a space available on my board for another like minded individual, as it has struck me since my return there are certain couples here at Taplows who are need in desperate need of a helping hand from somebody and as cupid appears to be on holiday I think it is about time someone, or someones stepped into his empty shoes!" Felix replied in a hushed tone, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Don't you agree Mrs Corey?"

"Yes indeed Felix I do! And after all it is the role of a Good Samaritan to lend aid to all those in need!" She replied smiling as Felix began to nod so furiously his chefs hat slipped down into his eyes, before adding quietly to herself a note of steel entering her voice, "Whether they want it or not!"

Mid afternoon, and Adams still hasn't got his money off Fred. And he had worked out exactly how much the footman owed him - £1, 5 shillings and sixpence, allowing for a high rate of interest, of course. So, before allowing himself the pleasure of attending Lady Rebecca, whom he hoped to find walking the gardens on this fine late autumn day, he has a business matter to attend to with young Mr Matkin, and due to the Earl expecting a visit for afternoon tea from the vicar to discuss church arrangements, he knows exactly where to find him.

Walking purposefully into the footman's changing quarters, he is greeted by a wall of chatter, none of which is directed at him. Will is first to notice him as he adjusts his stockings, and snarls at him before turning away to fasten his shoes. This gives Adams an enormous amount of satisfaction, so can't help a hollow smile, but Will isn't the only footman who seemed to be avoiding him.

Adams scanning the room in dissatisfaction: Where's Fred? Anyone seen him?

Joe feigning surprise, glancing round as if it is the first time he has noticed his absence: Oh dunno, he was here before, think he said something about wanting to give you something? He seemed right jumpy, insisted that he found you straight away, so must've gone off to find you. Is everything alright, Mr Adams?

But before he can reply, Frank appears smugly in the doorway, looking down his nose at the men climbing into their liveries. Leaning against the wall, he grins at Adams who gives him a nod of welcome, but George suddenly busies himself with his shirt, desperate to avoid conversation – in the current climate all everyone needed was more fighting amongst the servants, and George for reasons of his own preferred to keep rather a low profile where trouble is concerned

Frank patting Adams on the shoulder in a friendly fashion: Great to chat last night, mate, shame that His Lordship was puking up all over us at the time!

Will sniggers slightly, giving George and amused glance then combing his hair in the mirror. Frank snorts at this, giving Will the once-over but deciding against saying anything – he prefers to leave him to his friend Andrew and concentrate on manipulating certain other members of the household, and anyway he is sure that if needs be Adams would only be too pleased to give him a good kicking on his behalf.

Adams moving to leave, looking in amused distain at Will: Yes, indeed it was, Frank laddie, I think we're very much going to get on while you're here. Whip this lot into shape!

Frank saunters off, laughing to himself, almost bumping into Fred as he comes rushing down the corridor, sweating and panting. Reaching Adams, he leans on the wall, a look of desperation etched on his face as he fumbles roughly in his pocket

Fred breathing sharply: Oh Mr Adams, finally! Look, I've got your money, I'm so sorry for the delay, I felt so guilty in the end, I…..

Adams grabbing his arm and dragging him a little way down the corridor: Shhh, will you! You don't want Joseph to know I gave you tips, do you!

Fred gulping, almost kicking himself for his stupidity, his expression pained: Ahh, well, of course not! In my hurry I almost let slip! Hehe!

Adams rapidly loosing his patience, his eyes wide and angry: Where is it then? Come on, I've got work to do!

Fred pulls out the mixture of coins and shoves them into Adams' palm, but the under-butler isn't about to let him go without counting to make sure. He had got rather a good head for figures since his gambling days, so it takes only a split second to realise he has been short-changed

Adams intimidating Fred by backing him up against the wall: Hey, what are you trying to pull! I'm missing a whole five shillings and sixpence here! My interest, I call it, unless you'd rather have my fist instead!

Fred is about to argue back, to point out he's a lucky sod and shouldn't have got a penny, let alone a pound, but realising it is best not to annoy him further if their plan is going to work as successfully as possible, he sighs, rolling his eyes as he delves back into his pocket, finally producing enough cash to satisfy Adams. Not wanting to spend another minute in the under-butler's company, he signals the end of the 'conversation' by sliding from the wall and heading into the footman's room, shaking his head a cursing. Adams, with a smug grin and a chuckle, flips one of the coins then trots off down the corridor, desperate to find his next, yet rather different, conquest. Growling quietly at the thought of it, he heads off to find the ornamental pond, where he hopes it will be eagerly waiting for him

Stopping a little way from her, his breath catches in his throat as it always did every time he clapped eyes on the beauty of the woman he had loved, lost and loved again. He often remembers the first time they met - on Rebecca's 25th birthday - and how the sheer magnitude of her radiance had captured his very soul. She had just returned from riding, her cheeks flushed and her manner boyant, and the newly appointed under-butler felt true love - and true lust - for the first time in his life. Her attraction to him hadn't been quite so instant, but her subtle glances and sultry smiles over the years had given him some joy, and some hope. Her admirers and dancing partners had come and gone, all considered by Lady Rebecca as bores and unconcerned with her interests and wellbeing, while her father's patience wore thinner and thinner with each passing London season and Adams found himself being increasingly drawn towards her. Her naivety and insulated upbringing had been an interesting distraction from the drinking, the gambling and general life in servitude, and her alluring sexuality excited him much more intensely than any woman he might have picked up in town.

It hadn't taken long for her to seduce him - Rebecca had known full well how much he had long desired her, although partly because he could never have her. Until then. After a brief discussion by the Highlands estate lake with regards to the Lady's luncheon, she had looked deeply into his lustful gaze before guiding his hand up through her petticoats. From then on their affair flourished into an intense whirl of secret liaisons and nocturnal fun, but a few weeks later, he was out of her life for nearly an entire year. He had never thought that they would ever meet again, let alone that she would take him back – the positive Adams concluded that she must love him dearly, but the more cynical, and usually stronger, side of him presumed it must just be his acrobatics under the sheets that keeps her interested. Still, either way, she is a young, unattached and strong-willed Lady who needs wooing carefully, although maybe not as gracefully on his part as one of her aristocratic admirers.

Quietly and slowly he walks towards her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her as she peers into the pond, a parasol tipped over her left shoulder. She runs a finger across her lips, a heavy look of concentration on her face as if she has something a little unfortunate weighing on her mind. But, to Adams' delight, she suddenly brightens, a delicate smile forming as she marvels at the specially imported coy carp swimming close to the surface. She begins to hum softly to herself, oblivious to the smitten servant approaching her.

Adams had cut a single rose from the garden, a beautiful deep red one with petals as fine as his love's ringlets. Smiling to himself, he moves behind her and swings his arm in front of her, presenting her the rose and causing her to raise her hand to her chest in surprise

Adams moving dangerously close to her for such a public place: My Lady, may I say how positively glowing you're looking today.

Rebecca giggles, swinging round to him and taking the rose before raising it to her nose and seductively looking at him over the petals. She quickly kisses him playfully then turns to peer into the pond again as Adams kept a good look-out for prying eyes

Rebecca her voice wistful: Such a shame you couldn't come to me last night, I had nothing to do but read and sit with my own thoughts.

Adams subtly brushing her waist: I know, I know, but Lord Julian was sick and Mr Jarvis insisted I stay with Frank and look after him.

Rebecca laughing and stepping away from the pond: Oh, Julian and his delicate disposition, why he's more fragile than bone china that fellow, such a completely ghastly drip. I would question dear Caroline's sanity if I didn't understand her motives!

Adams gently grasping her gloved hand: It's Mr Kraus' cooking, apparently. Not bland enough and in Lord Julian's words, 'too foreign'.

Rebecca letting him remove her glove and kiss her palm: Well, because you stood me up, again, I don't know if I can let you have your little present this evening.

Adams realising she was playing games to prompt his curiosity: Oh, a present, eh? And what KIND of gift would that be?

Rebecca snatches back her glove and teasingly slides away from him, walking round the side of the pond and humming again to keep him guessing. She looks towards him and sees him watching her, the same intensity of excitement in his eyes as that eventful day by the lake. Smiling she sighs and licks her lips

Rebecca: Well, as I say I don't know if you deserve it now, and I doubt our other participant would disagree with me.

Adams slightly alarmed but still intrigued: Other participant? I thought you meant a present of the, well, physical kind, but I suppose if you mean something like a game of cheese rolling I don't mind as long as afterwards I get you alone.

Rebecca calling him over with her finger, a sultry smile fixed on her face: Oh no, Andrew, not cheese rolling. You were right first time. She agreed. Most keen she was!

Adams' eyes widen and his heart begins to thump wildly, but still he isn't completely sure exactly what Rebecca is telling him. He walks towards her but his legs seem a little wobbly and his feet unsure of their step so he nearly slips into the pond, but a giggling Rebecca manages to grab his arm and thus avert disaster

Adams clutching onto Rebecca for support, his voice shaking and flustered: Who agreed to what? Do you mean……her…..doing it……she will…..in bed……you asked!

Rebecca now laughing so hard she has to hand him her parasol: Yes! The housekeeper indeed! She agreed much more easily than I might have thought, my dear Andrew, I knew she must have been hiding a side to her, no wonder poor Mr Jarvis couldn't cope!

Adams pulling himself together slightly due to the public nature of their meeting: Shhh, someone might hear! Keep your voice down! Are you telling a little naughty lie to me, Rebecca sweetheart? You can't have asked her, she would never say yes, I'm sorry to say it but not every woman finds me as attractive as you do, especially not Flora Ryan!

Suddenly they both hear the sound of moving gravel and a hurry of footsteps heading their way, so Adams leaps backwards away from Rebecca, standing upright with his hands behind his back. Rebecca smoothens her skirts and continues around the pond as the steps get closer, and a red-faced housekeeper comes rushing by, her thoughts obviously elsewhere

Rebecca smiling brightly and waving daintily at Flora to catch her attention: Coo-ey! Mrs Ryan!

Flora turns her head and stops, returning the smile before noticing that Adams is stood there too. Very quickly working out that she may be interrupting something rather personal she resolves to move on a soon as possible, although she does notice something that causes her to grin even more broadly

Flora waving back, her skirts swishing manically around her: Oh Lady Rebecca, good afternoon! I hope we are still on for later, I am very much looking forward to our little get-together! I'm sorry, but I have to rush, Mrs Stanwick – oh that's the peacock – he's been at the herbs again and we're desperately trying to rescue them.

Rebecca winking at Adams and causing him to blush uncontrollably: Of course my dear Flora, later it is, and don't forget that I have things to show you!

Flora nodded, still smiling, but looking at Adams in the most peculiar manner: Mr Adams, I wasn't aware that you enjoy shall I say more unusual practices?

Adams gapes, shooting a horrified glance at Rebecca who shrugs, then tries to look as un-anxious as possible at the amused housekeeper

Adams almost lost for words as his brain struggles to form a coherent sentence: I can't say I know what you mean, Mrs Ryan, I'm not sure what Lady Rebecca's told you about us and our activities but I certainly don't make a habit of anything!

Flora her expression now a little shocked as she too turns pink: Oh, no Mr Adams, I only meant…..the parasol you are holding behind your back, I was just joking, er….!

She puts her hands up to her burning cheeks as it suddenly dawns on the under-butler that he is still holding the damn thing, so he pulls it out from behind him and shoves it at a sniggering Rebecca, who gladly takes it off him, the damage now apparently done. Flora quickly bids her goodbye, trying desperately to get any thought of Adams in a compromising situation with Rebecca out of her mind, and hurries away from the most awkward of moments with her colleague. How would she face him now after that little misunderstanding! She would have to apologise to Rebecca later on being so unintentionally crude. What if she had offended the Lady?

Adams sure he is about to have a heart attack with stress: So she HAS agreed! That's…but what about Mr Jarvis, I…..!

Rebecca grinning cheekily and nudging him, her eyebrow firmly raised: Well, if you want him to come along too, I'm sure I can ask him also, he's not bad for a butler.

Adams almost giddy with all the bizarre thoughts swimming in his mind: You know that's not what I meant, Rebecca! Look, I don't know if I can do it tonight. And no I don't just mean tonight, I mean at all. Ever!

Rebecca running her fingers down his face, her voice soft and inviting: Oh just try it, I'm sure you'll like it. Once it's there, before your eyes. Come to my room a little while after she has left, make sure you see her leave first, I want to see her on my own first.

Adams gulps, breathing heavily – just the two of them at first? Together? This could possibly be the death of him, conceivably during the actual activity itself. In desperate need of a sit down and a stiff drink, he barely notices as Rebecca kisses him farewell and almost skips away from him, humming again, but this time a little more jovially. Well, thinks Adams, he can't let her down two amorous women now, can he? That would be just ungentlemanly. But, he considers, after tonight he will never be the same again, especially around his most esteemed colleague Flora Ryan!

Meanwhile in the Footmen's room young Mr Forest was slowly getting changed, cursing his own bad luck; this was his second shirt today, and yesterday he'd had to change his trousers after the incident with Adams and the collision with his dinner. At this rate Mrs Ryan would be docking his wages in order to meet the costs of all his laundry. He had just pulled his shirt off over his head, shivering slightly in the cold air, when the door was flung open and the housekeeper stormed in, her face like thunder. However when she caught sight of Will standing in only his essentials, it seemed to knock the wind out of her sails, flushing with embarrassment she looked quickly away.

"Mr Forest when you're decent come to my office, I think it's about time we had a word about that smart mouth of yours!" She added turning quickly and without another glance at Will strode back along the corridor to her office.

For a moment the footman just stood there dumbstruck, then a smile slowly crept across his face, and he quickly dressed, whatever she was going to tell him off about he was certain it would be worth it just to be alone with her. As he walked down the corridor he stopped for a moment outside her door, gazing at her through the glass, before giving his neck tie one last adjustment and with a quick knock he entered the room.

"There is no need to sit down Mr Forest you won't be here long!" The housekeeper called out from her alcove, gathering her book figures, pen and ink up from her desk and carrying them over to the dining table. "It has come to my attention that…. well I have heard that you having been spreading certain rumours, not only about myself but now also about a certain houseguest of ours, and…."

"Who told you I was?" Will snapped, cutting the astounded housekeeper off in mid flow, slowly walking towards her closing the distance between them until he was only a few scant inches away and could gaze intently into her eyes.

"Well it was… does it matter who it was?" Flora replied, flustered by Will's behaviour.

"It does to me. I'm fed up with everyone spreading lies about me… All the time people sniggering and pointing the finger. Adams picking on me all the time, twisting my words and using them against me, just so he has an excuse to be as rotten as always! And now even YOU don't believe me?" Will trailed off throwing himself into a spare chair, his head in his hands.

"Will, I want to believe you!" Flora began, pulling up another chair and sitting down beside the footman, hesitating only for a moment before she reached out and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Will turned slightly in his chair so he faced her, reaching out he grasped both of her hands firmly with his own and pulled her slightly towards him, "Then believe me!"

"But these things people say you've been saying?..." Flora tried once more to get back to the point, the rumours she had heard would not be so easily put aside.

"They're twisting everything, they just want to turn everyone of my friends against me, have everyone abandon me just so they can have the satisfaction of destroying me for their own perverse amusement. These rumours, I was just sticking up for myself and for……" Will stopped suddenly getting up from his seat and pacing to the window.

"For yourself and who else Will?" Flora asked, a worried expression on her face, but the footman did not answer, instead gazed stubbornly out the window his arms crossed across his chest. Getting to her feet Flora walked over to him and placing her hand on his arm gently turned him round to face her. "Were you defending me, is that why everyone is talking?"

Will looked into her eyes and stepped forward closing the space between them, lifting his hand he softly brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I just wanted to protect you. I thought that if I commented on Lady Farquherson then everyone would finally leave us alone! You've already been hurt enough, and I just can't bear to see you upset."

For a moment neither of them spoke or moved, then Flora Ryan lent forward her eyes full of unshed tears, and placed a lingering kiss on the footman's cheek, that was all the opening Will needed and before she could pull away he had turned his head, and kissed her firmly and passionately on the lips, instantly bringing his hands up to cradle her face so she could not immediately pull away. For a moment Flora was too stunned to react, her thoughts jumbled and confused, she found herself swept away by the sensations his touch invoked responding on instinct. Encouraged by her response Will released her face, sliding his hands down her body he wrapping his arms round her waist manoeuvring her slightly so she backed up against the casement before stepping forward and trapping her firmly between his body and the wall, moulding himself against her.

It was only when his hands began to wander that Flora suddenly came to her senses, this was wrong, they shouldn't be doing this, she was the housekeeper he was a footman, she was old enough, well not quite….. In vain she tried to push him off of her, but when she raised her hands to his shoulders to push him away, he grasped her wrists and forced her hands down by her sides, his mouth still plundering hers mercilessly. Finally she was able to wrench her lips away from his, and release her hands from his grasp, dazed and gasping for breath Flora leant back against the wall her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control. Will had only stepped a few feet back, himself leaning on the dining table for support whilst his eyes never left those of the housekeeper, and Flora could see his barely contained lust.

"How dare you?" Flora began once she had caught her breath. "You had no right…"

"What to kiss you? Funny, for a while there you certainly didn't seem to mind!" Will replied, his voice deep and laden with passion. "In fact quite the opposite, you wanted that just as much as I did, and if you wanted me once, then…?" Will trailed off suggestively as he began to move towards her.

Flora held her hands up to make him stop. "That is never going to happen again! We will never even mention it, we won't even think it!"

"Fine deny this ever happened if that's what you need to do, but you won't certainly stop me thinking it! Even if I wanted to, nothing could block this from my mind, I'll always remember! Do you think so little of yourself that you believe any man could just forget you? The way you feel, the taste of you, the way we fit together so perfectly as if we were always meant to be one!"

"Will stop, please stop, this is suicide! We'd destroy each other, everything either one of us has worked for, it could never work between us! The age gap alone…"

"Do you think that matters to me?" Will asked.

"It matters to me! You are so young, I'm the housekeeper you're the footman, we're worlds apart it could never work between us, besides I'm still love with Walter."

"Why he doesn't deserve you! He never puts your needs first, I would never hurt you like he has, besides it's over between you! You would never go back to him after everything that he's done, and would have done if we hadn't stopped him, he would have raped you, you do realise that!"

Flora flinched as if Will had slapped her, the shock at having someone so publicly state what everyone believed but had never mentioned. "No he wouldn't, you don't know him like I do anyway none of that matters now, I know it's over I ended it remember, but I still love him he's the only one…. I can't just stop, no matter what he says or does, I only have room in my heart for one person!"

Will sighed loudly and walked towards the door, his hand resting on the door handle for a moment before he turned and locked his gaze with the housekeeper, "Well then it's clear to me what has to be done, I'm going to get him out of your heart if it's the last thing I do!" And with that he turned and opening the door wide strode purposely out into the corridor a determined look on his handsome face, leaving a confused and worried Flora Ryan behind him.