Servants Series 5

by ss9

Is this happy ever after, for Flora and Walter, Andrew and Rebecca? And will the mystery surrounding George Cosmo's past finally be revealed?

3. Epsiode 3

George Cosmo was hardly listening to a word that was being said over breakfast, he got the general gist of the conversation, heard the laughter and sniggers of the people around him, gossiping about the night before. Despite the fact that Lord Hugo had wished for the circumstances with Lady Rebecca to be kept quiet, they had somehow managed to be spread all around the servants quarters and now every corner of the rooms below stairs were filled with whispers and everyone had there own ideas of why Lady Rebecca had fled the night before, none of them even close to the truth.

Annie: Maybe she and Lord Hugo have had a big argument.

Fred: Why would he go running after her then?

Annie: Um… maybe he… regretted his actions.

Joe: Oh and what have her and Lord fancy pants been arguing about then?

Will: Are you see he found out that she's been off shagging me, ain't he?

Lizzie: Can't you ever keep your mouth shut? She mutters, glancing at her silent father. Haven't you caused enough trouble recently? Will swallows and goes quiet, leaving the others to make there own tales up.

Lizzie glanced at her father in worry, he was staring at the floor, he'd explained everything to her the night before, and she was now making sure, he never left her sight. If only Lady Rebecca would see him, or her, maybe she could put a good word in, but as soon as Lady Rebecca had returned she had gone straight to her room, refusing to see anyone, not even caring that Lord Hugo was still out looking for her.

Meanwhile, Grace and Charlotte had not joined breakfast, Grace couldn't face it and Charlotte had stayed to keep her company, the two of them sitting miserably and staring out of the window, watching the blizzard dying slowly.

Charlotte: And he wouldn't even tell you why? Grace shakes her head miserably.

Grace: No explanation what so ever, just barged past and went off to have a good time with the rest of the bloody footmen.

Charlotte: I'm sure he's just as upset as you.

Grace: I doubt it. You should have seen him; he couldn't even look me in the face. The tears well in her eyes again He said we could leave and marry and- and… She bursts into tears, unable to continue.

Charlotte: Shush, shush. Wrapping her arms around her obviously heart broken friend.

Frank: Well, well, well, now that is news. Frank whispers under his breath in the shadows. Georgie Porgie had always seemed so… up for all that, why was he suddenly not. Something had changed. That was strange; he was keeping something to himself. This should be good, darling Georgie out of the picture, an upset Grace, maybe it wouldn't hurt to do a bit of digging and maybe a bit of wooing where Grace is concerned.

Charlotte: It'll be alright Grace, soon he'll realise what he's missing and will run straight back to you.

Grace: I just want him to be honest with me. Looking up at her and wiping her tears away, then suddenly she gets a glance out of the window and jumps up.

Charlotte: What is it? Grace squints trying to make out the figure in the storm.

Grace: I think it's Lord Hugo.

Charlotte: He's only just returning! I knew he was still out looking for Lady Rebecca after she'd returned, but I thought he'd got back. Grace shakes her head, turning and dashing down the corridor, to alert someone, Charlotte following.

As Lord Hugo is beginning to warm up, with the help of Grace and other members of staff, Charlotte has dashed into the lower servants dining hall to alert the rest of the staff.

Lizzie: Is he alright!

Charlotte: I think so, he looked incredibly peaky, he was freezing.

Fred: God, Lady Rebecca must be pretty fabulous if he'd stay out all night just so he can get her back for a roll around.

Lizzie: Fred!

Andrew: Will you shut your god damn mouths, all of you! Adams had broken out of his trance and glared round at the staff. Just for once, keep your opinions to yourself! You never know it may do you some good! Then he turns to Charlotte. Has someone told Lady Rebecca, Lord Hugo has returned?

Charlotte: Yes, but she still won't see anyone. Andrew sighs, beginning to stare at the ground again.

Andrew: Well get up, all of you! There's plenty of work to be doing! They all sigh, getting up.

Fred muttering to Will and George: Shame he didn't get lost in the snow last night, never mind Lord bloody Hugo, he should have been the one.

Whilst the lower servants scattered about their chores Frank grudgingly made his way to the upper servants dining room when all he really wanted was time to do some serious digging around that pesky Cosmo lad but rules were rules and he wasn't going to give Mr fancy pants Jarvis any further excuse to reprimand him this week. So storming down the corridor his thoughts bent on other matters he barely noticed the little old lady he sent flying, he didn't even stop to help her to her feet so determined was he to get some breakfast down him; after all last night's exertions upstairs had given him quite the appetite and despite all of the queer chef's bizarre foreign ways he still produced the finest food this side of London.

Swinging the door to the dining room wide open Frank suddenly stopped in his tracks as he caught the tail end of the announcement the Butler was making to the rest of the staff.

"Well the Wedding is as soon as possible, a week this Thursday and the Earl has graciously given his permission for senior staff and certain members of the lower staff to absent from their duties for it…"

"Why the rush?" Frank cut in suddenly.

Jarvis suddenly glanced over his shoulder spotting the valet for the first time, a dark look passing over his normally composed handsome face before he retorted. "Not that it is any of your business Mr Keneally but this was the only available space in the Reverand's diary before Christmas and as I will be on my way to India in the New Year it was either this or wait for another six months till I return!"

"Well what's six months between friends, unless of course waiting so long would have some more telling results?" Frank asked, his knowing gaze moving from Jarvis to settle on the now beetroot housekeeper.

"I can't think of anything!" Jarvis hissed venomously, his crystal blue eyes locked determinedly on the Valet, as if by sheer force of will he could beat Frank back, preferably cause him to liquefy into a puddle of something toxic and nasty which could be quickly disposed of.

"Whatever.." Frank added casually as he moved to slump into his usual seat, reaching forward and slapping spoonfuls of breakfast onto his plate, purposefully ignoring as Jarvis's eyes bored into the back of his head. After shovelling in several mouthfuls Frank paused listening as the general wedding chatter resumed before once more addressing the Butler. "I assume the invite was extended to all the senior staff, I mean I wouldn't want to miss this performance for the world! I'll have to think of something special to get you both, after all I have known you longer than most people here, all except Mr Kraus, and we all know what an extra special friend he is of yours Mr Jarvis!" Frank added maliciously the corners of his mouth turning up smugly as he watched the Butler flinch slightly at his insinuation.

However not one to be out done by Frank Keneally Jarvis quickly recovered, a slightly self-satisfied smirk danced around the Butler's lips before he replied. "Well actually now you come to mention it Mr Keneally there is something you can do, and being such and old acquaintance I'm sure you'll be only too delighted to acquiesce…"

"Anything, if you need a best man or perhaps some marital advice…" Frank began but Jarvis still smiling cut him off.

"No, no nothing like that, what we do really need is for someone to help Mr Kraus in the kitchen after all he has his other duties to continue with, and being such old acquaintances yourselves I'm sure you'll have great fun!"

"You have to be joking?" Frank retorted the colour quickly draining from his face as he glanced over at the longhaired Prussian.

"Mr Jarvis I know I told you I would need help but really this is unacceptable…" Chef began, clearly as unhappy with the situation as the Valet. "I mean Mr Adams was one thing but him!" Felix snorted pointing at Frank.

"Well I'm glad that is settled!" Jarvis added ignoring both their protests and returning to his breakfast, but if he was able to dismiss the protests of both Felix and Frank he was unable to ignore the sharp jab in the ribs from his fiancé who was glaring at him disapprovingly.

"Surely there is some one more qualified to help out in the kitchen?" Flora muttered under her breath. "Knowing Frank Keneally he probably find some way of poisoning all our guests out of petty revenge."

"Fine!" Jarvis barked. "I'll find Mr Keneally something else to do then shall I?" He asked looking across at Flora for approval, which she graciously gave with a delicate nod of the head, however at the sight of such domestic wrangling especially with Jarvis coming out on the losing side Frank couldn't help chuckling and muttering under his breath "under the thumb".

Unfortunately for Frank this little dig did not pass by unnoticed by all, having made it her job recently to keep an eye on the troublesome Valet Emily didn't fail to make out his mumblings, quickly retorting so only Frank could hear. "Well at least my Walter's girl is willing to go to the alter with him!"

"Indeed why it often seems he has been too successful at that, so many wives hanging about the place, although some are better looking than others!" Frank retorted loudly his eyes drifting once more to the housekeeper and making her shift uncomfortably in her seat; but before either Flora or Walter could reply Emily had jumped in.

"How dare you, I don't know what you are implying Mr Keneally but Walter's first marriage was hardly that, not to mention the fact the poor woman's been dead almost a year."

"First Wife?" Keneally asked puzzled, "You mean there's more than I thought, I was simply referring to the equally batty and delusional Lady Mary, as I believe she too believes herself bonded to our beloved butler, but now you say there was another one, my my he does go through them I'm amazed Mrs Corey you can keep track at your age!"

However before Emily could respond to such an outrageous slur on bother her and her son's characters the door to the dinning room was flung open and a very out of breath Mrs Diggins came barging in. "Mr Jarvis!" She managed to gasp. "It's Lady Mary she's gone she wasn't in her bed this morning when I went to wake her, she left this note." The Lady's maid added handing a rather tatty and crumpled note over to the butler who snatched it and read it quickly his expression rapidly changing from confusion to anger and then back again.

After a moment he spoke to the staff. "The silly old woman, she's only runaway because she believes her dead husband will come after her, namely me I might add, and on the condition that on her return that 'dark haired floozy' has been removed from Taplows by the most expedient of means. Well this is ridiculous we'll need to organise search parties to comb the house and grounds after all in her frailty and this weather she won't have made it far she's probably hiding somewhere waiting for 'Algie' to come find her so we'd better not keep her waiting!" Jarvis added getting to his feet and storming out to the lower servants hall, a worried Flora and a red faced and wheezing Mrs Diggins following quickly in his wake; whilst an amused Frank simply sat back in his seat content to polish off his breakfast whilst the other idiots hurried around in search of the oldest member of the Sturges Bourne's, perhaps this would prove an ideal distraction, provide some much need cover whilst he did some hunting of his own?

The hunt for Lady Mary had begun in earnest, with everyone from Jarvis down to Johnny searching every nook and cranny Taplows possessed, desperate to keep then news hidden from the Earl at Mrs Diggins' pleading request. She was sure that he would put her away for good for this latest little incident, as she told Flora in desperate panic, she could just picture her strapped down to a chair and left to chatter away in a room somewhere, and instead of given proper meals being force-fed mashed potato or porridge through a tube. It was more than she could bear to imagine, so she had eventually appealed to Jarvis' better nature and he agreed not to breathe a word - for now, anyhow.

But now, half an hour later, there is still no sign of Lady Mary's dainty, frail frame racing through the hallway, hiding behind the curtains or even climbing up the statue. Andrew Adams had been half-heartedly searching for her, skulking from Jarvis' room through to the servants quarters in case she had decided to pay her 'Algie' and unexpected visit, but his mind is certainly on other matters not concerning Lady Mary's battiness in the slightest. For a start, he is physically exhausted from the previous night, but without even so much as a cheeky grin to show for it. Rebecca had returned, roughly two long hours after she went missing, completely covered in snow and dithering furiously. Flora had whisked her away, banning Adams from seeing her and practically shutting Rebecca's bedroom door in his face.

This has annoyed him considerably - how dare she keep him away from his sweetheart! It was because of him she had run, or galloped, away in the first place so surely he had to do what Jarvis had advised him and talk it through with her? Wasn't that what she wanted? Bloody women! Flora was in there for what seemed like hours, but Adams had no idea what they were talking about, and when the housekeeper finally emerged she shut the door before he had even got chance to slip passed her into the room. All he had received instead from her was a sharp 'no!' whispered harshly in his ear, followed by 'she's sleeping, and you had better not wake her or you'll have me to deal with, is that clear, Mr Adams!'

Jarvis had gone to tell the Earl of her return; the old duffer had locked himself away in his room on hearing that his new fiancée had disappeared within hours of his proposal, and only agreed to see Jarvis if he were to bring positive news. So much for throwing caution to the wind and jumping on a steed to gallop off into the blizzard to rescue his love, Jarvis had mused. He could understand that Adams hadn't done so - in fact he had advised against it - due to the under-butler being totally useless in the saddle, but he knew very well that the Earl could ride perfectly, and had in his day been a champion rider in local competitions. Ill health and a rather desperate need for self-preservation seemed to Jarvis to be the most likely reasons for not being Rebecca's knight in shining armour that night, but surely if he was out to impress her shouldn't he have put a little effort in? Even on hearing that his bride-to-be had arrived home safely, if a little worse-for-wear, the Earl refused to leave his room, content to sit in bed in a rather foul mood while drinking brandy until he dozed off soundly.

Hugo had returned to Taplows in the early hours, drenched to the skin with his clothes frozen to his hunched body. The night watchman had seen him approach and alerted Jarvis and Adams, who helped him from his horse (even though he was about to topple off it anyway) into the house and sat him in front of the fire in his room. Adams quickly sorted him out a fresh nightshirt and robe, but even a hot bath and two steaming cups of sweet tea failed to revive him completely. After only a very brief conversation, in which Adams tried and failed to ask Hugo why he thought Rebecca had decided to marry the Earl of all people, the Laird fell fast asleep in his chair after developing a bit of a fever after a terrible sneezing fit. Adams took the hint and left, thinking that after a good night's sleep he would be as right as rain - he better had be as Lord Hugo had a special task to carry out the next day, involving a certain Lady and winning back her hand in marriage! After such a gallant rescue attempt, what woman could resist? Once again, Adams felt useless. It should have been him out there, on his horse, battling the elements to bring back his damsel in distress. How completely odd the whole situation is, when he finds himself actually wanting Rebecca to marry Hugo. She shouldn't be marrying anybody but him, Andrew Adams!

Right, that is it. Adams slams shut the door to the empty servants hall and grits his teeth in defiance. Time to tell that Lady Rebecca Farquarson a thing or two, and that she's not the only one with feelings. With a loud huff he purposefully marches away, determined to get it through to her that marrying the Earl would be the worst mistake of her life, whether she wants to hear it or not. Adams storms through the house, ignoring Jarvis' loud bark to get himself back downstairs and smacking Johnny out of his path. As soon as he reaches Rebecca's room, he turns the handle and flings the door open as Rebecca swings round on her toilet stool in shock

Rebecca gasping and clutching at her chest: Andrew, you startled me! You didn't knock!

Adams opens his mouth to retort, something smarmy about why should he have to, she's got nothing he hasn't seen before, but he is immediately struck by her beauty even through her obvious tiredness. She is fully dressed, but her long, red ringlets are draped wildly down her back and over her shoulders, smaller curls shaping her flushed cheeks and porcelain-white chin. Suddenly Adams remembers he is standing half in the doorway, probably letting in a cold draught and chilling her, so shuts it quickly behind him as his harsh expression softens into wonder

Adams gulping and unconsciously tugging at his waistcoat: Even after spending half the night outside, you still look radiant this morning. How have you been - with the pregnancy, I mean?

Rebecca slowly brushing her hair over her shoulder: I don't feel radiant in the slightest, I've been sick again this morning. It has to be a boy, for all the trouble it's causing! I've heard that baby girls aren't nearly so much trouble for their mothers, and I can very much believe that!

Rebecca fails to see a small smile tugging at Adams' lips at the thought of a son, and feels warmed that she also feels their child is a boy. Adams smiles and nods towards her, cocking an eyebrow and laughing gently

Adams stepping forward for a closer look: Still no bump yet then, I see?

Rebecca raising her voice in surprise: Hardly, it's only been about a month! If you look closely you may be able to see a tiny bump, but it's best if you put your hand there so you can feel it.

Tentatively, as if slightly reluctant, Adams walks over to her as she moves over to her mirror, standing sideways and brushing her hand over her stomach. For a moment he just stands in front of her, until she reaches out and takes his hand, placing it where her own hand had just been

Adams muttering softly and blinking back his tears: It already feels different than it did when you visited me in my room. Not much, but there is definitely something there.

Rebecca her eyes capturing his as she giggles: Well there better had be otherwise I think I'm not very well and I will be awfully cross if all my sickness is for nothing!

Adams laughs, keeping his hand on her stomach for a short while longer before removing it and backing away, hardly able to look her in the eye again, the tenderness of the moment overshadowed by the sadness of the situation. In the end Adams speaks, his voice cracked with emotion as too many questions spin round in his mind

Adams: Why did you run away? Why couldn't you talk to me – or to anybody – before taking a horse and going off into the darkness and the blizzard risking your life and the life of the baby?

Rebecca shaking her head, the pain etched on her face: You wouldn't understand. It all became too much, I had no idea who to turn to, I just had to get out – for a little while at least. I didn't mean to scare Lizzie, or to cause a fuss, I…..I…..oh, I just don't know!

Adams standing firm, determined to have answers: Did going out into the snow make you think more clearly? Have you made a final decision on who you wish to marry!

Rebecca suddenly bursting into tears at such harsh questioning: I thought it over, of course I did, but I can't change my mind now – I can't marry Hugo, so what would I do! Where would I go! You may have questions for me, Andrew, but I have them for you too and I know you don't have any answers!

Adams continuing to throw desperate questions at her: Answer me this, do you love him!

Rebecca collapsing onto her chaise and sobbing into her hands: I...I…..!

Adams growling and glaring furiously: Answer me, do you! Do you even LIKE him! Eh! Does he make you laugh, make you smile! Does he make you feel safe and loved!

Rebecca blowing her nose daintily but continuing to blub: No! But at least he holds an unchanging affection for me, and I suppose he does make me feel safe in a way, feel secure. His heart is in the right place, and that's what matters now.

Adams throwing his arms up and rolling his eyes: Oh don't be so stupid Becca, you KNOW my feelings towards you haven't changed, I ended it for your own good, so you could marry Hugo and be happy up in Scotland, bring my child up in his homeland, not down here amongst the Earl and Lady Caroline with them influencing him and turning him into some stuck-up English silver-spooned toff!

Rebecca jumping up again and wailing tearfully: You know I would never let him become like that, and I don't know what good you think giving up on me does! You left me with no other choice, there's no way out of it now, I won't change my mind even if you decide you won't see me any more and we just go back to being like it was - servant and mistress!

Adams his anger turning to pleading desperation: Rebecca, please! I love you, I really do, and you've already told me you won't ever stop loving me and I believe you, I can see it in your eyes. I couldn't bear to see you every day knowing you were married to someone who I know will make you so unhappy, no matter how good his intentions are to begin with. Please don't marry the Earl, please I beg of you. At least you had some sort of understanding with Hugo, but with the Earl it'll be completely different, you'll have no freedom whatsoever, he won't turn a blind eye like Hugo would, and you know he wouldn't expect only one child from you! It's not just one night you would have to spend with him, but many, you will bear his children eventually whether you like it or not! Surely that thought makes you sick to your stomach, Rebecca!

Rebecca her voice pathetic and quiet as she sits on her bed and turns away from him: Yes, of course it does. That's why I want to still be able to see you, I can put up with anything as long as I know I have you there, that's the main reason why marrying Algie looked like the best option, at least I would still be able to see you.

Adams kneeling down in front of her and clasping her hand: But if you married Hugo, then I can come back up to Scotland, I have no attachment here - there's something I haven't told you about, I wanted it to be surprise but there's no point any longer. You remember I told you that I had been writing? Well, I have been submitting my work to a publisher in Edinburgh, he seems most keen. He thinks I'm a banker, not a servant, but he wrote to me recently - via a friend in Tappleton - saying that he would consider publishing some of my stories if I were to go to see him and his board. He says I could get up to £200 if I were successful with my first publication, then after that who knows? I can pay my debt to Jarvis then leave this place for good!

Rebecca smiling sadly and cupping his face: Oh Andrew I'm so pleased for you, I so hope you are published, that would be delightful.

Adams lowering his voice to almost a whisper: But Becca I want to share it with YOU, there's no point if I'm on my own, I can't live without you, and seeing you every day and not being able to touch you while knowing that the Earl has had his way with you would kill me, it really would.

Rebecca shakes her head slowly and although Adams knows her reply will be something he can't bear to hear he leans up and kisses her lips softly. Her tears fall onto his cheeks as his kiss becomes more intense and he pushes her back onto the bed, moving up and over her while one hand cups her face and the other trails down over her chest. But just as Rebecca is pulling him down passionately her bedroom door creaks open and Adams hurriedly scrambles off her in sheer panic at who it could possibly be

Hugo gasping in embarrassment, hunched over slightly and shaking wearily: Oh, forgive me, I….I just need to talk to you, Becca. To understand.

Adams glancing sorrowfully at Rebecca then at Hugo: Of course, you need to talk, I'll go. Lady Mary, she's gone missing, and I'm meant to be helping, Jarvis will have me for this!

With a loving glance at Rebecca, Adams exits, leaving Hugo to try to reason with her. If anyone could, he could!

Several hours later the majority of the staff were still spread out in pairs all across the house and grounds; blowing on his frozen hands the butler also stamped his feet in order to stimulate his circulation and fend off the slightly numbing sensation that marching around in all this snow had caused in his lower legs. Glancing across at his searching partner he couldn't resist an amused chuckle, which quickly drew her attention back from scanning the horizon to glaring at him.

"What pray about our current situation is so amusing?" Flora asked her voice quavering slightly with the cold, and accompanied by a hint of exasperation.

Smiling sweetly at his fiancé Walter walked over to her sliding a hand round her waist and nuzzling softly into the small patch of exposed skin between her collar and bonnet, planting the tenderest of kisses on her chilled flesh before pulling away and gently swiping at her nose with his finger. "That's what's funny…Your nose is as red as a strawberry."

"Well so is your's!" Flora retorted tugging playfully at the buttons on his overcoat before carefully tucking the loose end of his scarf back into his coat so he wouldn't feel the chill. "So if you are quite finished fooling around Mr Corey don't we have a certain somebody to be looking for?"

"Well who said I was finished Mrs Corey to be, and besides why can't we combine the two after all I'm sure the gazebo needs a thorough examination?" Jarvis retorted cheekily, before quickly seizing her hand and marching them both down the slope towards the lake and far away from prying eyes.

"But surely someone will have looked down here already?" Flora asked despairingly.

"Well I did ask Mr Matkin and Forest to do it but considering both their temperaments and their tendencies to shirk unpleasant tasks I doubt they would have thought to venture this far from the house! Besides it is highly unlikely that in this weather the mad old bat would have made it this far from the house, I mean she is on foot and according to Mrs Diggins must still be in her night clothes as she is incapable of dressing herself; so surely where is the harm?" Jarvis asked but he didn't wait for a reply, instead concentrating steadfastly on his own goals and objectives certain that by now someone else would have found the batty old woman.

On reaching the relative privacy of the gazebo Jarvis lost no time in pulling Flora roughly into his arms and ignoring her small squeak of protest as he captured her lips quickly with his own pushing the housekeeper back against the wooden pillar. For a few moments they kissed passionately whilst Walter's gloved hands struggled with the fastenings of her coat before he finally succeeded, slipping his hands into the confined space and caressing her tenaciously through the fabric of her dress determined to make up for missing out on a little nocturnal fun in the Earl's study with a frenzied liaison in the gazebo. However just as he was pushing them both further inside the pavilion intent on taking his explorations further there was a shrill scream from inside and the couple were quickly pushed aside as a distraught and dishevelled aristocrat barged past them and went storming to the end of the jetty.

For a moment both stood frozen to the spot, unsure what to do but then just as quickly Jarvis snapped out of his stupor moving away from Flora, giving her time to refasten her clothing whilst he cautiously made his way down the jetty careful not to frighten the now obviously unhinged Lady Mary who was standing precariously close to the edge tears streaming down her wrinkled face.

"My Lady please come away from there, this is hardly the place for you; why don't you come back to the house with Mrs Ryan and myself I'm sure Mrs Diggins can draw you a nice warm bath and get you a hot cup of tea…"

"Oh don't you dare try and butter me up now Algernon, I saw you two canoodling back there, and after I told you I wouldn't put up with your mistress staying here!" Lady Mary screeched at the Butler causing him to step back in surprise. "I've put up with this long enough; you obviously care nothing for me anymore so what's the point…?" She asked trailing off swiping furiously at her tears as they slipped down her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean too…" Jarvis hedged, willing to try anything even playing the role of the Earl's father if it would get her to move away from the edge. "I promise that this will be the last time, we'll talk about it inside and I'll try and make it up to you!" He added when his initial pleading appeared to sway her slightly.

"She has to leave Algie, I can't stand the thought of that floozy anywhere around me!" Lady Mary retorted determinedly, pointing accusingly at Flora and glaring at her with such contempt it might as well have been Jezebel herself standing in the housekeepers shoes'.

"Whatever you say dearest!" Jarvis replied placating, glancing quickly over at Flora silently pleading with her to play along, as he edged along the jetty closing in on the unhinged aristocrat. "But let's sort out the details back in the warm shall we my darling?" He added as he moved to within a few feet of her.

However just as he was about to reach out and seize her by the arm, preparing to escort her up to the house by force if necessary, Lady Mary suddenly screamed once more and stepped backwards falling off the jetty, landing heavily on the ice below. "You're not my Algie you're an impostor he would never call me darling he knew how much I hated being called that! Who are you and what have you done with him?" Lady Mary screeched out as she managed to get to her feet, stumbling backwards across the ice, heading further out into frozen lake and unknowingly heading straight for the thinner ice at the lake's centre.

Shaking his head in despair Jarvis lost no time in jumping down on to the lake himself and heading after her, deliberately blocking out Flora's shouts for him to stop that it was too dangerous, he began to catch the older woman up. However when he reached her she refused to come quietly, kicking and punching him in her determination to escape from the impostor's clutches.

"Lady Mary please it's not safe, the ice is too thin…" But Jarvis never got the chance to finish his warning as the words were suddenly drowned out by the unmistakable sound of ice cracking; whirling around Walter spotted the jagged lines heading in their direction. Seizing a now un-resistant Lady Mary he began to head back towards shore but the aristocrat's dead-weight hampered his progress. Glancing up he locked eyes with Flora who was stood on the edge of the jetty screaming at the top of her lungs, for a moment time seemed to freeze and the look of absolute terror on her face was forever engraved on his heart; however before he had time to call out to her the ground beneath his feet gave way and both Butler and Lady disappeared under the ice.

A few minutes or so earlier, and Lady Rebecca was standing by her window and staring forlornly across the estate towards the bare, sprawling trees weighed down heavily with fresh snow as the low sun crept between them. Little had really been said between her and Hugo, neither particularly wanting to argue after his opening shot that she didn't seem to care one bit that he had been out all night looking for her, and even this morning had avoided him as best she could. After a long lapse in conversation, Rebecca piped up that of course she cared, but he needed his rest and she had already done enough damage as it was without interrupting that as well. Her explanation to him about her reason for agreeing to marry the Earl was greeted with a loud tut as Hugo flopped back onto her bed in melodramatic fashion, folding his arms exclaiming 'really, Becca, I don't know what to do with you any more!' before embarking on a sneezing fit so violent that he nearly fell off the bed

Hugo blowing his nose on one of Rebecca's frilly hankies and curling up: Urgh, I feel awful. My head hurts, my arms and legs feel weak and my face is burning up even though I'm shivering.

Rebecca moved over to the bed and perched next to him, stroking his sweat-drenched hair from his face soothingly as he shut his eyes and sighed, letting out a small cough. She shakes her head, wondering what on earth she had been playing at lately and how she had managed to alienate the two men she loved more than anything

Rebecca staring down at her lap and murmuring softly: Oh Hugo, what am I to do? I love Andrew so much, and I want to be with him as much as he wants to be with me. He may have the means to leave servitude if his writing is published, and maybe Papa would be more accepting of him if that was the case, but if I were to break it off with Algie then I would be having a child out of wedlock and nobody would talk to me ever again even if I married Andrew, and I couldn't bear that thought, so what am I to do! Oh I am such a silly, foolish girl! Would you still marry me if I changed my mind? Hugo?

She glanced down at the silent laird, realising immediately that he had fallen fast asleep and not heard a word of what she had just said, one hand lolled across her lap almost as if he felt the need to protect her even in his slumber. Rebecca smiled, bending forward and kissing his burning forehead, but as she did so she heard a shrill scream in the distance outside the house. Scrambling off the bed, she rushed over to the window and pulled back the curtains, raking her eyes over the scene hurriedly until they fall on the most extraordinary sight of Lady Mary yelping and screaming at Mr Jarvis as he slid across the icy pond and caught her. Flora was yelling at him from the safety of the bank, but to Rebecca's complete horror she could do nothing but watch helplessly as the ice gave way underneath them and amidst Flora's screams they plummeted into the icy depths below.

Without a second thought, Rebecca gathered her skirts and rushed towards the door, glancing at Hugo, desperately trying to decide whether to wake him. But no, he was far too ill, she would fetch Andrew, he would know what to do! Dashing out of her bedroom she ran frantically down the empty hallway, calling out to anyone who could hear that there had been an accident over at the pond, but the person who stepped out of the darkness and stopped dead in front of her caused her to grind to a halt and gasp in fright

Frank smirking and folding his arms in amusement: Oh, look who we have here! You look a bit worried, my Lady, almost as much as you did the other night!

Rebecca frowning and trying to barge past him: I don't have time for this, Mr Keneally! There's been an accident, Mr Jarvis has just gone through the ice on the pond and so has Lady Mary so I need to fetch help and fast or they could drown or freeze to death or both!

Frank stepping sideways and blocking her path, still grinning: Really? Oh, what a shame! Serves them right if they want to go playing around where they shouldn't – I always said Jarvis was on thin ice! Anyway a crazy old bat who should've snuffed it years ago and a tiresome, jumped-up windbag? If you ask me Taplows would be better off without both of them so I shouldn't bother if I were you!

Rebecca suddenly lunging forward and shoving Frank against the wall: I SAID, GET OUT OF MY WAY! Do NOT mess with a pregnant lady, Mr Keneally – remember what happened last time, and if I find another vase I will NOT be afraid to use it!

For once, Frank was stunned into silence as the evil smile fell completely off his face and he lost his balance, crashing against the wall and sliding down it. But just as Rebecca was about to leave him there in her haste, a weak voice behind her called out and she spun round to see Hugo staggering out of her room up the hallway

Hugo confused and dazed: What's happening out here?

Rebecca realising time was running out: Hugo! Mr Jarvis and Mary have gone through the ice on the pond, I've just seen it through the window!

Hugo running past her, wheezing hard: Why didn't you wake me, Becca! You know I'm a strong swimmer!

Rebecca running after him to keep up: You're ill, you can't go in there, it will make you even worse! Please Hugo, listen to me!

Hugo belting down the main staircase and yelling: I have to do something, I can't just stand by helplessly! You go and fetch one of the footmen to help me, someone fit who could withstand the cold for a while, maybe Mr Forest or Mr Matkin! Anyway go on, go!

Rebecca agrees earnestly as Hugo races out of the door, but in their haste, neither notice or even care that Frank was following behind, a sly look of satisfaction back on his face at the thought of Jarvis desperately struggling under the ice, but all the time becoming weaker before finally succumbing and getting what he for so long deserved. Surely there wasn't a much worse way for a man to meet his maker, and Frank couldn't help but laugh to himself in amusement. Even if Mr Perfect pulled him out alive, he would still probably die from pneumonia eventually. Boy, this was going to be fun whatever happens he thought, whistling and trotting down the stairs to watch the events unfold from a careful distance.

Standing on the jetty for the housekeeper time seemed to have ground to a holt, in reality it had only been a matter of minutes since Walter and Lady Mary had crashed through the thin layer of ice and entered the water but for Flora it had felt like a lifetime. Still screaming at the top of her voice for help she felt torn between her desire to rush off and fetch help and stay where she was and keep watch just in case Walter surfaced even for a moment. However she couldn't make up her mind, frozen to the spot in indecision and fear, what if the decision she made was the wrong one, if either staying or going would effectively sign Walter's death warrant. How could she carry on living knowing that she had stood by and did nothing to help save the only man she had ever loved and could ever love?

However just as she was turning having made her decision she spotted a figure on the hillside, raising her hand she squinted against the setting sun and made out the outline of Lord Hugo as he sprinted down the slope towards her. Gathering her skirts she ran towards him, shouting in between gasping for breath, her voice weak and shaking from both fright and the strain of constant screaming. "They fell in…They haven't surfaced since…. We need to get them out…" But before she could continue Hugo had pulled level and they both headed towards the lake Hugo's hand resting reassuringly on the housekeeper's arm.

As they reached the edge of the ice Hugo turned scanning the bank for any spare branches he could use in the meantime until the footmen turned up with the planks of wood, waving the housekeeper over to help him together they seized a particularly long branch and laid it on the ice. Dragging it behind him Hugo slid across the ice heading carefully for the cracked ice in the centre of the lake, calling out for both Jarvis and Lady Mary as he went. When he reached the more dangerous area he fell forward on to his front leaning on the branch to distribute his weight over the thin ice and thus avoiding joining both the Butler and the aristocrat in the water.

Glancing over his shoulder he caught sight of the footmen descending like a wave down the hill all carrying planks and blankets in order to help with the rescue attempt, Rebecca was with them and by her side was a very concerned Andrew Adams who for once appeared to be taking command yelling instructions to his staff, but Hugo knew that he had to act before they arrived as the pair had already been under the water too long. Suddenly he caught sight of a flash of colour and sliding over in that direction he spotted Lady Mary, her head occasionally bobbing to the surface, but their was no sign of Jarvis. Moving as close as he dared he leant all his weight against the branch thrusting his arm into the freezing water seizing Mary firmly by one of her flailing arms and dragging her towards the surface. It took all of his failing strength to pull the frail shivering old woman from the water, however once he had done so he had a choice, either to escort her safely to the bank or continue his search for the missing Butler.

Just as he was preparing to help Mary to the shore and return with more help to search for the Butler he caught sight of a shadow through the ice beneath him. Brushing frantically at the snow that lay scattered all over the ice he saw the outline of a shape floating just beneath the surface, gasping in shock he quickly recognised the pale apparently lifeless body of the Butler his long overcoat swirling round him like a dark ominous cloud. Shaking in shock Hugo got to his feet looking around for something to break the ice and retrieve the trapped Butler, however there was nothing obvious so taking a deep breath he shrugged off his jacket before stepping bravely into the hole in the ice and falling into the freezing cold depths of the lake.

The extreme cold took his breath away and for Hugo it felt like someone had suddenly punched him in the stomach, bobbing up to the surface he took a deep breath and forced his head under the water, searching through the murky water for Jarvis. For a few moments he couldn't spot the Butler and Hugo began to despair that Jarvis had sank to the bottom of the lake from where he would be irretrievable. However just as he was about to head back towards the surface his fingers scraped across something that felt soft, driven by this finding Hugo pushed himself further and suddenly out of the darkness he spotted the Butler. Seizing Jarvis firmly by his coat Hugo dragged the butler back towards the hole in the ice, however on turning around Hugo realised he had completely lost his bearings and he began to panic in earnest.

Punching his spare fist futilely against the ice Hugo tried desperately to remain calm but the burning in his lungs and the overwhelming instinct to gasp for breath began to take over and he couldn't resist gulping in a mouthful of water. At was at this point when his vision began to swim that he spotted an arm being thrust into the water and he somehow found the strength to swim towards it dragging the butler behind him. Suddenly he felt strong arms seizing them both and pulling them up to the surface and out on to the ice, lying face down Hugo quickly coughed up all the water he had swallowed but his eyes were fixed on the Butler as Mr Adams pulled his superior out of the water.

Acting on instinct Adams had to stifle the impulse to panic, Jarvis wasn't breathing and his lips had turned blue from the lack of oxygen and the cold, but coming from Scotland Andrew knew from experience that people who fell into freezing water could be revived if you acted quickly enough. So leaning down he checked for a pulse, it was weak and thready but was still there and so Adams realised that there was still a chance. Reciprocating the act that Jarvis had performed for him so many months previously, he continually forced much needed air into the Butler's lungs before quickly pulling back as the body's natural instinct to expel water took over and Jarvis coughed up at least a lung full of water. Shaking in relief Adams sat back on his heels as he watched the shivering unconscious Butler take a rasping first breath, realising that Jarvis was still in danger now from pneumonia if not drowning Adams barked at Will and George.

"Get that blanket over here, and make up a stretcher we need to get him inside and warm as soon as possible or all of this will be for nothing!"

Scurrying to carry out his wishes Adams watched the footmen out of the corner of his eye, wrapping several blankets securely round the Butler when they were offered and then helping the lads shift him over onto the make shift stretcher. Then slowly they lifted it and began to walk over to the shore as quickly as possible without jarring the patient, it was as they made their way torturously slowly across the ice that Adams looked over at the party on the bank for the first time. Flora was standing with Rebecca and his love had her arms wrapped firmly around the housekeeper keeping her both on her feet and from dashing out madly onto the ice. As they moved closer Adams could make out the tears that were flowing freely down the housekeeper's face, and the way she was clutching Rebecca's arm as if without it she would surely collapse, as soon as they were in shouting distance he called out reassuring to her.

"It's alright Mrs Ryan, he's still with us! After all you know Mr Jarvis he's a fighter not going to give up on you now is he?"

Relieved Flora turned to Rebecca finally allowing herself to let out the breath she had been holding and walking to the edge of the ice, personally urging the footmen to hurry so she could take over the care of her beloved Walter herself. As soon as they reached the side she was there seizing her fiancé's hand with her's she suppressed the instinct to gasp out in shock at his deathly pale appearance biting back the tears she leant down kissing all of his knuckles and praying desperately for him to wake up and give her a reassuring smile.

"Has someone gone for the doctor?" She managed to mutter as the party headed up the hill.

"Don't worry Flora as soon as I heard I sent one of the stable lads off in the earls fastest horse, he'll be hear within the hour within the hour I guarantee it!" Andrew Adams replied stopping suddenly when the relieved housekeeper flung her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the mouth.

"Thank you, thank you for everything…I won't forget this and I'm sure neither will Walter, if it hadn't been for you and Hugo…" Flora managed to mumble before turning and ferrying the stretcher inside leaving a completely stunned Andrew Adams to simply stand and watch as the rest of the staff hurried back to the house.

As if she wasn't tired enough, all this stuff with George had taken all her energy, never mind running around the house, carrying blankets and hot water. She used her elbow to turn the door handle and a bang of her hip of open the door, hurrying out into corridor, and crashing into a lurking Charlotte, who yelps as the hot water is thrown all over her and the floor.

Charlotte: Grace, watch where you are going!

Grace: Well if you weren't stood with your ear against pressed the door, I may not have crashed into you. bending down despairingly and using the blankets to mop up the water, Charlotte following, bending down to help.

Charlotte: How are things in there? nodding towards Jarvis' bedroom door.

Grace sighing softly: Chaos, Mrs Ryan hasn't left his side for a second, only looking up to pick up another blanket or mutter me some more orders.

Charlotte: Poor woman. Grace nods

Grace: I can only imagine what she's going through, they've only just got engaged again. Fate really doesn't want them to marry. Charlotte nods slightly and stops what she is doing and looks up at Grace. Grace picks another blanket, glancing up slightly.

Charlotte looking at her coyly and mutters: How is Mr Jarvis, what has the doctor said?

Grace: Are you bothered about Mr Jarvis' welfare or a certain dishy doctor?

Charlotte: Grace!

Grace: So that is why you were listening up against the door. Charlotte quickly looks down, beginning to mop up again, her scarlet face telling all Grace wanted to know.

Charlotte: I just wanted to see him. Grace raises her eyebrow

Grace: Haven't you seen him, since your parents letter then? Charlotte swallows, shaking her head. Well I'm sure he'll be- Grace stops talking, looking up at the owner of a pair of black neatly polished shoes, which had just appeared.

Frank: Always love a woman who gets down on her hands and knees to complete a job. Grace and Charlotte ignore him and continuing which their hopeless task. How's our not so esteemed butler… dead yet? he snorts and the two women look up at him in disgust. and his gorgeous mistress? Wonder how long it'll be before she jumps into bed William Forest or maybe this would be the best opportunity to invite her to mine?

Grace and Charlotte glance at each other in horror, both trying desperately to think of a suitable reply, but they were saved the trouble, when the silence was broken by Jarvis' door opening and a figure walking out, tripping over Grace and landing flat on Charlotte. Charlotte lets out a little squeal and Grace has to stifle a giggle.

Dr E: So sorry Miss Lewis. trying to pull himself off the floor and offering her his hand to help her up.

Charlotte: That is quite alright Doctor. brushing herself down and suddenly realising how wet, she'd got when Grace had thrown water all over her and hurriedly began dab her dress with a blanket, glancing at Grace for help, who steps in.

Grace: How is Mr Jarvis, Dr Evans?

Dr E rubbing his head under stress of both Mrs Ryan's fussing and questions and the embarrassment of tripping over the lady who seemed to have been avoiding him: Well he's recovering, slowly. I'm sure he'll be fine. Frank grits his teeth and glares at them all in turn and then at Jarvis' door, as though he was glaring at Jarvis and Flora through the thick wood, before turning on his heel and storming away. Grace watches him closely, then turns her attention back to the silent Doctor and maid.

Grace picking up the blankets and backing away: Well I better be getting on, Mrs Ryan will be going mental. Charlotte looks at her despairingly and Grace mouths 'talk to him!'. She turns and hurries down the corridor.

The two stand for a moment, awkwardly, Charlotte opens her mouth to say something but changes her mind and closes it, turning quickly, but the Doctor grabs her elbow, pulling her back round.

Doctor: Miss Lewis! Charlotte looks down at his hand, grasping her elbow firmly. Following her gaze, he quickly pulls his hand away, muttering his apology. I haven't seen you… for a while.

Charlotte: I've been busy, I'm sorry. swallowing and looking down

Doctor shaking his head: You've been avoiding me, haven't you? She looks up sharply Why

Charlotte? her eyes widen Forgive me, Miss Lewis. She closes her eyes tightly, gulping.

Charlotte: I- I- we- her eyelids flutter open, as she feels him reach out and stroke the side of her face softly.

Doctor: Tell me what you are thinking. She reaches up and grasps his hand, pulling it away from her face, however unable to stop herself threading her fingers through his, gazing up at him, however she quickly came back to her senses and dropped his hand. This was wrong! What on earth would her mother say! They shouldn't! They couldn't! She turned quickly, picking up her skirts and hurrying away. Charlotte! She stops at the end of the corridor and looks back at him, and he sees the tears rolling freely down her face, as she whispers 'I'm sorry'. She turns quickly and hurries away. The Doctor sighs leaning against the wall, closing his eyes tightly. He'd be back to check on Jarvis in a few days and he vowed to find out what was going on through that fascinating woman's head.

The night was about to be a long, hard slog for all concerned, especially Flora. After Dr Evans had spoken with Charlotte, the Earl had called for him and asked him to stay over, just in case there was any change with Jarvis over night. Adams asked him to have a scotch with him, and he agreed with gusto after having had a rather hectic evening not only with Jarvis but also with Lord Hugo. Everyone had been so engrossed with looking after Jarvis that only Lady Rebecca noticed how peaky he was looking - even more deathly pale than before his untimely pond dip. He had shivered so much on returning to his room that Rebecca ordered him to bed after a hot bath and a bowl of soup brought to him by a thoughtful Lizzie, but shortly afterwards he had begun sweating and his red, dull eyes flittered open and shut as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

Rebecca had gone to find Flora, to comfort her friend in her hours of desperate need (and it was also a rather good excuse to keep as far away from the Earl as possible), and she stayed with her until the doctor had seen Jarvis for the last time that night, completely unaware of Hugo's worsening condition. Adams had asked his daughter to watch over him, there were enough maids fussing around Jarvis to tend to every square inch of him without her joining in too, he had quietly quipped in wry tone to the doctor, but as the hours passed Lizzie's concern for the laird only increased as he began mumbling and tossing fitfully in his sleep. A cold flannel placed on his forehead could only do so much, Lizzie found, and now as it approaches midnight she feels unable to leave him in such a state. After realising that she could do no more for him herself, she mutters soothingly to him that he will be alright and not to worry before hurrying off to find her father in his room to ask what she should do next. She is surprised to find him drinking and chatting with the doctor, and just before she enters she is sure she hears them talking about women and what complicated, unpredictable creatures they are - without her father mentioning names, of course

Lizzie peering round the door and staring wide-eyed at Adams: Father, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just didn't know what to do! It's Lord Hugo, he's not been well, he's getting worse!

Adams glancing at the doctor and hauling himself to his feet: In what way? I know he had a bit of a cold, but really he's such a nancy-boy!

Lizzie appearing from behind the door, shaking her head: No father, you don't understand, he's - I'm not sure what the word is - talking to himself, but he seems to be asleep. He keeps mentioning Rebecca, and his mother, saying he's sorry for letting them down. He's most feverish, and his breathing is very laboured, he looks awful, he's so pale he could be dead if he wasn't always tossing and turning.

Evans clanking down his glass and frowning thoughtfully: He's had a cold you say? And he's been in the pond?

Adams gulping from his glass and nodding: Yes, he went out last night, Lady Rebecca unwisely went for a ride in the snow so he went to fetch her, became hopelessly lost then returned with a Godawful cold.

Evans brushing his hand over his handsome features: Oh dear, it doesn't sound good - I shall come and look at him, I hadn't realised he was in such a bad way. But if it's what I think it is, I'm not sure I can do much for him, we may have to let nature take its course.

Lizzie hurrying out of the door: I'll fetch Lady Rebecca, she's just gone up to bed, I've just passed her!

Evans leaning around the doorframe and whispering: No, best not, there's nothing she could do, and I'm sure Lord Hugo will still be with us in the morning - it's late, she'll need her sleep, it'll be a long haul. It's best if I assess him first, then as she is his fiancée talk to her in the morning.

Adams grimaces slightly, biting his tongue and refraining from informing him that actually she is now engaged to his Lordship. Obviously nothing had been announced formally, and with the situation as delicate as it is Adams decides not to breathe a word. And anyway, Rebecca certainly demonstrated her keenness to change her mind that morning by returning the most passionate of kisses. After a brief moment of dreamy reflection, Adams pulls himself together as the doctor picks up his medical bag in earnest.

Adams catching his arm: How serious could it be, doctor?

Evans breathing heavily and moving close to Adams, concern on his face: I shouldn't really say anything until after he is assessed, but as you're acting butler. You'll need to be discreet, but it sounds very much like Lord Hugo has caught pneumonia, developed from possible flu, and his condition has been accelerated by the freezing water. I will know more very soon.

Adams closing his eyes, sighing and hanging his head: If it is the worst, what are his chances?

Evans walking towards the door and shrugging hopelessly: It's hard to say, it depends on how strong the person's will to live is, but I'll be frank Mr Adams quite often the patient doesn't make it through in the end. All I can do is make sure they're comfortable, that their breathing is controlled and their pain alleviated as much as possible. I am sure Lady Rebecca will be heartbroken, but of course Lord Farquarson and Lady Hamilton-Hussey will give her as much support as she needs.

Adams nods slowly without a word, then follows Dr Evans solemnly up to Lord Hugo's room. If Hugo were to die, then all his hopes of reconciliation with Rebecca seem doomed completely. She would marry the Earl - she would certainly have no choice now - and he would soon become just another servant. Even if Jarvis weren't to pull through, God forbid, there is no way his Lordship would appoint him butler in the long term, he would just advertise the job with more money to entice an already experienced butler. He still has his writing, but he can't even dare imagine his life in Scotland without Rebecca by his side, and why would his daughter come to live with him? She would be better off making a life for herself at Taplows. Cursing his own selfish thoughts at a time of crisis, Adams follows the doctor into Hugo's room and almost gasps in shock at his appearance.

Even Lizzie's words hadn't prepared him for such a sight - he had never seen a person as deathly white as Hugo, not even Jarvis had looked that bad and he had been under the water far longer. At least now Jarvis' colour was returning and his lips less blue. Evans quietly moves over to Hugo and places his bag on a chair, then leans over and opens Hugo's shirt to listen to his chest. But even Adams can hear Hugo's breath is being forced in and out of his tired lungs, and the poor man is shaking violently even though his hair and pillow are drenched with sweat. Once Evans had briefly assessed the desperately sick laird, he turns gravely to Adams and shakes his head in defeat

Evans pulling Adams aside out of Lizzie's hearing range: It's as I thought, he has become sick extremely quickly even for pneumonia, his temperature is certainly not as it should be and his chills and sweats are certainly of immediate concern. I will be on call through the night if his condition worsens, but he needs to be watched over by your maids throughout the night. His pillow will need changing regularly to keep him comfortable, and his forehead kept cool. If he wakes then they should give him water as often as possible. I'll give him some laudanum for the pain.

Adams glancing over Evans' shoulder at a muttering Hugo: Of course, I will alert you of any change. So, you think he won't survive?

Evans pausing, his eyes resting on Lizzie's worried young face: I...I doubt he will. He's at a very advanced stage, but I don't think alerting me any earlier would have helped him, poor devil.

True to his word, the doctor remains on constant alert, turning up at regular two hour intervals to check on Lord Hugo. His illness is kept a secret until the morning, but as it is overnight maids could be brought in in shifts without any other aristocrat in the house going short on attention. When a misty and slightly less frosty dawn finally breaks, the mood amongst the servants is far more melancholy than any of the aristocrats would probably ever know. Flora had stayed with Walter in his room all night, and had finally fallen fast asleep in her chair, her head resting on his shoulder and an opened book on her lap. She is still nuzzled up next to him when Adams solemnly makes his way upstairs a little after 7am to inform Rebecca of the bad news. Tapping lightly on her door, he waits for a sleepy 'enter!' then lets himself in

Adams edging his way into her room: Rebecca, my darling.

Rebecca rubbing her eyes and sitting up slowly: Andrew? My, my, you are keen! I know we had our little kiss, and it was lovely, but you must still be so angry……Andrew? What's wrong? Are you so very upset with me you have to see me at this hour?

Adams hanging his head and sighing helplessly: Oh Becca, this isn't a visit about us. Something….something's happened – well, happening. I've got some terrible news.

Rebecca gasping, her sleepy eyes widening in dread: Oh no, not poor Mr Jarvis! Flora must be devastated!

Adams gulping hard and letting his eyes drift into contact with hers: No, it's not Jarvis, he's improving. He's not yet awake, but his colour's returned. I'm afraid it's Hugo. His touch of flu, well it's now much worse. I should let the doctor explain.

In her panic, Rebecca jumps out of bed and begins to dash around her room, frantically hunting for her robe and slippers as her long tresses hang delicately around her shoulders

Rebecca: I must go to him! How bad is he! Is it pneumonia! He's strong, he'll pull through I know he will!

Adams unable to help himself dashing forward and drawing her into a hug: I'm really sorry, it doesn't look like he's going to make it, he's so very feverish, you may get a shock on seeing him.

Rebecca pushing him away, glaring with tearful, desperate eyes: What, so you just think I should leave him to it! Not see him! Oh why didn't I realise he was sick, I should've visited him last night but thought he was sleeping! Why didn't you fetch me if you knew he was so bad Andrew, I don't need protecting all the time, what if he died in the night and I didn't get to say goodbye!

Adams trying to placate her by sweeping his hand along her cheek: We thought it was for the best, really we did. There was nothing you could have done……

Rebecca tears streaming down her face as she hurries to the door: Nothing I could have done! I could have comforted him, talked to him, willed him to get better – in fact I still will, I'm sure he'll recover, he's a fighter, he's strong, he wouldn't leave me now!

But just as she is about to leave, an overwhelming urge to throw up takes over and she runs back to her bed, scrambling for her chamber pot and leaning over it just in time as Adams stares on in a mixture of guilt, sympathy and mild disgust.

Rebecca dabbing her mouth, her chin wobbling through her sobs: Damn this pregnancy, and damn this place!

Adams quietly, almost in tears himself: Does that include me, Becca?

Rebecca momentarily stunned into silence before frowning and looking away from him: This isn't the time, Andrew. My first concern should be Hugo, and I'm in too fragile frame of mind. I am sure I can't hide from Algie forever, I haven't even seen him since I foolishly disappeared because of everything that happened yesterday, and I am sure he has already had his mother certified mad by Dr Evans. But I am sorry, I must still marry him, especially if Hugo………..oh, it's too awful to bear! I must go to him now.

Through her sobs Rebecca rings her bell for Lizzie to come and clear away the pot, then wearily she walks in trepidation to her door, which Adams moves to open, but for a moment he holds her back with a gentle touch of the arm and a kiss on her forehead

Adams softly: Do you wish me to come with you?

Rebecca managing a weak smile as she toys with the buttons on his waistcoat: No, I should see him alone, it may be the last time…..if he really is that sick.

Adams nuzzling her temple: He has been awake this morning, asking for you, but he can hardly breathe. Dr Evans will talk to you. Just remember, my darling, I am here for you. Always. I'll never leave you again.

Rebecca presses her lips softly against his before resting her head on his shoulder, desperate for his comfort

Rebecca: I know. I don't know why, after everything. But thank you.

With one last glance, Rebecca slips passed him and along the corridor to Hugo's room

Meanwhile over in the servants' quarters Emily Corey was making her way to her son's room, the events of the day before still playing over and over in her mind; the sudden shock of seeing first Flora's frozen tear stained face and then her only remaining child brought in practically dead on that stretcher. Luckily for them all it hadn't been as bad as it had looked, Walter was like her as tough as old boots, it would take more than a douse of cold water to see him off but it couldn't help but trigger some long buried memories. The similarities of the situations couldn't be ignored, a maid running into the kitchen to tell her about her son's accident then dashing outside only to be confronted by a grief stricken family member and a bloated blue looking figure carried on a make-shift stretcher, of course back then it had been Walter who was beside himself with grief and his brother Robert who lay unmoving on the plinth. Fortunately this time her son appeared to be pulling through but even so it had taken some serious cajoling from Felix to get her to leave him in Flora's capable hands; she was after all his mother shouldn't she be the one looking after him?

Pushing Walter's bedroom door open without knocking Emily was soon confronted with the intimate scene before her, Flora fast asleep leaning against Walter's shoulder her fingers curled round the edge of the sheet clutching it tightly, and for a moment she was unable suppress the surge of jealousy and anger towards the housekeeper. How dare she have fallen asleep, when her son needed to be constantly monitored, what if he had a taken a serious turn for the worse and no one had been here to alert the physician? Walking across to the bed she seized Flora by the shoulder and shook her roughly awake, at the same time leaning over to check Walter's pulse and temperature.

Confused and groggy from both the rude awakening and the lack of sleep Flora sat up in her chair dazed, rubbing her eyes in an effort to focus and yawning uncontrollably. "What time is it?" She managed to murmur.

"You shouldn't need to ask!" Emily retorted snatching the flannel from Flora's hand and dampening it before placing it on her son's feverish brow. "If you aren't up to the task of caring for him then you should have asked for help, we could have taken shifts, at least then somebody would have noticed his high temperature and we could have done something about it sooner!" She added sternly, ignoring the hurt look on the housekeeper's face.

"I didn't mean too…" Flora began trying to restrain the tears that automatically sprung to her eyes but on seeing the look of barely contained fury on Emily's face she trailed off unable to deal with an irate mother on top of everything else, getting quickly to her feet Flora took a step towards Walter's dresser intent on pouring herself a glass of water but suddenly the room began to pitch and she had to grasp hold of the chair to stop herself from collapsing, taking several deep breaths to fight of the feelings of nausea and light-headedness.

At once Emily was at her side, supporting her weight as she half walked, half carried the housekeeper over to the fireside easy chair, setting her down with care before hurriedly fixing Flora a glass of water and feeling her forehead for any sign of sickness.

"Well you're not hot so at least you haven't developed a fever!" Emily added after a few minutes of fussing around both Flora and checking up on Walter. "Maybe it was something you ate or something doing the rounds?"

"No, no one else is sick, it must be the stress or…" Flora trailed off unable to voice the other possibility for fear of getting her future mother in law's hopes up, after all it really was too soon to tell; a delay of a few days, even as long as a week could have many causes especially with all the recent stress.

"Or?" Emily asked softly a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Or nothing, perhaps I just got up too quickly there could be any number of reasons." Flora replied but she couldn't meet Emily's penetrating gaze, squirming uncomfortably in her seat just as she had done the last time Emily had asked if she was expecting.

"Yes any number of reasons or perhaps one in particular?" Emily retorted unwilling to let this conversation drop until her suspicions were confirmed. "For example the early stages of pregnancy."

"That is indeed a good example…" Flora replied cagily. "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what happens now won't we!" She added determinedly, locking her gaze with Emily and staring her down until the older woman reluctantly nodded, apparently agreeing to drop the subject for the time being.

For a few minutes they both sat in relative silence Flora's eyes locked on her beloved Walter as he shifted around in his deep sleep, the doctor had warned he might not wake for days yet, that he had probably hit his head on entering the water and so his brain needed the time to heal properly. The worrying part was not so much when he would wake as to what he would be like when he did, whether the accident and the lack of oxygen would have any permanent damage but as to that Dr Evans had little advice for them. 'Each case, each patient is different and it is impossibly to predict the outcome.' He had stated sagely, patting the housekeeper's hand sympathetically before leaving and those words had played around in her mind. What if he had permanent brain damage, or perhaps was paralysed how would they deal with that? She knew it would never change the way she felt about him but it would change everything else, would she be strong enough to cope with both that and possibly a baby as well?

As if sensing the dark nature of Flora's thoughts Emily walked back over to the housekeeper, wrapping her arms round her shoulders and pulling her into a tight embrace before whispering softly into Flora's hair. "Whatever happens you are not going to go through this alone, I will be here for you all the way, together we can cope with anything!" Nodding in agreement Flora wiped away the tears that had fallen unbidden down her cheeks, returning the hug with all her strength her gaze locked on Walter's sleeping form; Emily was right they were a proper family now and together they could deal with anything.

Charlotte is just on her way out of Hugo's room when she stops dead in front of Lady Rebecca pacing up and down by the door, a look of concern etched across her face. She has obviously been there for some time, debating if she is strong enough to go inside and face her dying best friend or whether she should just climb back on her horse and ride away again. Rebecca smiles weakly at Charlotte, briefly making out some strange coloured liquid at the bottom of the chamber pot the maid is holding before she awkwardly and rather unsuccessfully hides it behind her back.

Charlotte curtseying quickly yet politely: M'Lady. Lord Hugo, he's been asking for you. Lizzie is with him again, mopping his forehead. He's had a little water this morning.

Rebecca edging towards the door and clasping Charlotte's free hand: Have you seen the doctor this morning? Do you know his latest prognosis?

Charlotte wincing slightly as if Rebecca had given her a mild slap: No, I er, haven't seen Dr Evans m'Lady, I'm sorry.

Rebecca failing to notice Charlotte's discomfort due to her own: Not to worry, I shall find him. Thank you for watching over Lord Hugo, I'm sure he's most appreciative of it.

With a sorrowful smile, Rebecca turns to the door. Breathing deeply, she pushes it open and steps tentatively across the room and towards Hugo's bed. At first she can't see him, Lizzie is standing in the way rinsing out a flannel in a bowl placed next to him. Neither have noticed Rebecca's hushed entrance, and before she can see his face she hears an extremely weak voice, so strained and breathless in fact that she is sure it can't be Hugo, his voice is far stronger than that

Hugo: me a little…..more water? I'm so thirsty.

Without a word, Rebecca watches carefully, walking forward slowly as Lizzie picks up a glass off his bedside table. She moves back so she can lift his head up, and for the first time Rebecca's gaze falls on Hugo's pale, drawn and sweating face and she almost yelps in shock. Her sudden gasp causes Lizzie to look over her shoulder, smiling softly but sadly at her mistress before helping Hugo slurp his water painfully. Slowly she lowers his head back onto his pillow, and he has just enough energy to turn it and smile broadly at seeing his best friend in the whole world staring pitifully at him

Hugo stretching out his hand: Becca, you came. I'm so pleased.

Blinking back the tears, Rebecca forgets her hesitation and dashes over to him and carefully hugs him, desperate not to hurt him but really wanting to hold him as tightly as she could to protect him

Rebecca muttering softly: Of course I came, I would have come last night if I had known!

Hugo coughing violently then clutching his chest in pain: No, I'm….I'm…I'm glad Dr Evans didn't wake you, I would have wanted you to get your sleep, you need to, in your condition.

Rebecca relieving Lizzie of her brow-mopping duties: Oh, don't worry about my condition Hugo, we need to worry about yours!

Lizzie clearing her throat and whispering: M'Lady, do you need me to stay? Or shall I come back in a little while?

Rebecca patting Lizzie's arm and smiling appreciatively: Thank you, Elizabeth. Come back in a little while if you will, and bring some fresh flannels.

Lizzie curtseying and heading towards the door: Of course, m'Lady. There is another pot there in case….well…..in case his Lordship needs it.

With a short glance at Rebecca's stomach, more out of curiosity than anything else, Lizzie leaves Hugo and Rebecca together, alone at last to savour their now precious moments together. Rebecca's jumbled thoughts swim around her mind, tugging her emotions every which way, unable to hold back her tears from falling silently any longer. She had always loved Hugo, possibly in a way she shouldn't considering his 'circumstance', and if he had been favourable towards her in a less than platonic sense when Andrew had suddenly left Highlands then she is sure in her mind she would not have said no to any affection he may have desired to bestow on her. Snatching up Hugo's hand, Rebecca rests it on her cheek and closes her eyes

Hugo breathlessly: Oh Becca, I'm sorry…..I've let you down.

Rebecca chuckling gently but dismissively: Let me down! How have you done that? If anyone has let anyone down, it is me. I am so foolish and yet you have been so brave and selfless, first riding out after silly little me, then saving Mr Jarvis from certain death. You are a hero, and nobody will forget how you risked your life out there today.

Suddenly Hugo begins to cough, almost choking, and jars his head up off his pillow in violent response. Shocked and unsure what to do, Rebecca grabs the pot and hovers it under his chin but soon he calms to a low wheeze and lies back, gulping hard as fresh beads of sweat appear on his forehead. Hurriedly Rebecca soothes him and wipes a cool flannel around his face, but as she does so Dr Evans enters the room, clutching his bag and worriedly staring at his patient.

Hugo weakly clenching his fists in rage: Oh I feel so damn useless! Doctor, how long will it be…..cough….before I recover? I have business in London in a week!

Dr Evans fails to utter a response, his eyes meeting Rebecca's in sad contemplation. With a nod of the head he indicates to Rebecca that he wishes to speak to her privately, but Hugo clasps Rebecca's hand and stares in confusion at the doctor's despairing expression

Hugo struggling to sit up: Doctor, if it's bad I need to know, please tell me. Will I have to convalesce for many months?

Rebecca squeezes his hand gently but looks away from him, unable to meet his increasingly alarmed gaze and to hide her freshly gathering tears. Evans approaches the bed with a heavy heart, but still these things have to be said and Lord Hugo will just have to take the news with a stiff upper lip as any gentleman should

Evans putting his bag on the floor and rubbing the back of his neck nervously: I'm afraid it's far more serious than that, my Lord.

Hugo his bloodshot eyes darting from Rebecca to Evans: In...in what way more serious? What are you trying to say?

Evans sighing deeply: I'm so sorry, but you are far too sick. You're dying, my Lord. I doubt very much you will recover, your lungs will be far too damaged by now through infection. It's only a matter of time...

Rebecca almost shrieking in disbelief: But there's a chance, isn't there? Surely? There must be some hope!

Evans: Very little chance I'm afraid, there's nothing more I can do except make you comfortable.

Hugo his pale face even whiter from the news: How long do I have? A week? A month?

Evans hanging his head and shaking it slowly: I doubt...I would say...well, a few days.

Rebecca gasping, almost staggering backwards through light-headedness: A few days! Surely...that can't be right, please doctor give us some hope!

Evans listening to Hugo's weakening chest and frowning: I assure you, a few days is quite usual at this stage. I'm so very sorry. If I were you I would spend enough time together as possible, and as you're engaged - well - it's up to you. I will leave you alone now as I need to return to Tappleton but I will be back this evening to check on my patients. If there is any change, Mr Adams will send for me.

Rebecca nods at the doctor, but Evans is rather unsure if either of them had heard a word he had just said. Deciding it would be pointless repeating it, he administers Hugo with another dose of laudanum then packs his bag and exits. For a moment, neither Hugo nor Rebecca have the strength to speak, both too consumed with their own dreadful thoughts. Rebecca lowers herself into the chair next to Hugo's bed and lightly rests her head on his chest, threading her arm around his stomach as he brushes his hand over her wild tresses.

Rebecca her positive words drowned with sorrow: Doctors don't know everything, he may be wrong, you're strong I know you are. Remember when you fell out of that tree when we were six? The doctor said your arm would never be the same again, that it was too fractured to mend properly, but it did remember, you were fine, so if you've done it once……!

Hugo leaning forward and kissing the top of her head: Ssshhh now, my darling. I know you mean well, but somehow I don't cough think I'm going to get through this one. I've never felt this sick before, ever. Ssshhh, don't cry, everything will be fine.

Rebecca sobbing into his blanket: How can it be fine! It's not fine at all! I've managed to make a mess of everything, and now I've done this to you! Forgive me, Hugo, please! Please! God I'm so sorry!

Hugo the tears springing to his tired eyes: There's nothing to forgive, you've always been there for me, you understand me. You didn't wish this wretched thing on me! If…cough….if this is how it's meant to be, then there are things we need to do, to sort out, you can't fall apart now, you've a baby – a new life – to think about. Be strong, for me. There's something I want you to do for me…..cough…..well, two things actually.

Rebecca sitting up and wiping her eyes, grief ripping at her soul: Anything. I'll do anything you want, Hugo, just say.

Hugo a mischievous smile tugging at his lips through his heavy wheezing: I want….I want you tell that chef he makes the best crème anglais this side of Prussia, oh wish I could have got to know the handsome devil better!

For the first time that day, Rebecca lets out a little giggle and smiles fondly at Hugo, amazed that he is able to make a quip just when personal disaster has struck. But she knows in her heart of Hugo's sadness at never having had a meaningful relationship in that respect, and she would have given anything to have seen him happy, even though it could never have been with her

Rebecca squeezing his arm: Of course I will! And what's the second thing?

Hugo pointing at a small leather pouch on the dresser: Bring me that bag will you, there's something I need to do.

Rebecca does as she is asked, a little confused, and carefully puts the bag into Hugo's weakened grasp. Pitifully he fumbles with the gold ribbon wrapped around it, then pulls out a small black box as Rebecca looks on in curiosity, completely unassuming

Hugo his expression turning serious as he looks into her eyes: I should have done this properly…cough….first time round. He uses all his strength to open the box Marry me, Becca. Grant me my dying wish.

A stunned silence descends over the room as Rebecca's hold on Hugo's arm relaxes and she stares from him to the gorgeous sapphire ring unblinkingly, her mouth parted and set as if about to speak but unable to get the words out.

Hugo coughing harshly, then struggling to lie on his side to face her: Rebecca Alicia Clementine Farquarson, will you do me the honour of marrying me? Before I die? I can't let you marry Algernon, I just can't! This way…cough, cough, splutter, cough…..you will be the grieving widow, he can't marry you then, well not for a long time anyway, and you will inherit my estate and my fortune, your future and the baby's future will be secure.

Rebecca the tears once again streaming down her cheeks as she collapses on him: Oh Hugo! You really are a saint, but how could I take advantage of a dying man like that!

Hugo lowering his weak voice and painfully raising his hand to touch her cheek: Becca, listen to me. You're not taking advantage of me, it's what I want and I'm sure you will want to do my bidding if it makes me happy. I can't think of anyone I would rather give everything to, as far as I'm concerned you're my sister and I love you. still want you to be with Andrew, if that's what you want. You do love him, don't you?

Rebecca smiling dreamily: With all my heart and soul. He is everything to me, as are you. I have been so beastly to him of late, I hope he can forgive me. But how can I be with him when…..when….

Hugo wincing with chest pain and breathing heavily: When he's only a servant? Well that is something you will both have to overcome, in time. You will have the wealth to use how you see fit, and if that means marrying under you in a year's time then I give you my blessing wholeheartedly…..oh my chest hurts…. My breathing….it's getting worse I can tell…..

Rebecca's concern suddenly increases again, mopping at his sweltering forehead and wiping down his neck. Soon everyone would know of his illness, including her abhorrent sister and the Earl, and she is sure he is about to announce their engagement to the world whether she is there to share the moment with him or not.

Hugo: Please….put on the ring….

Slowly, Rebecca removes her ring from the Earl, placing it in the box in exchange for Hugo's, which she slides with ease onto her finger and holds up to the light to admire it

Hugo clasping her hand as firmly as he can: So is that a yes? Please say it is.

Rebecca leaning forward, kissing his forehead and whispering: Yes. Of course I will.

He was there as expected. Frank had been watching George Cosmo very closely over the past few days and had noticed that everyday George had stood out in the cold courtyard, waiting for the post to arrive and today was no exception, their was obviously something coming in the post that he was anxious to receive and it may be interesting to get a bit of dirt on the cocky sod. So here was the plan, wait until he saw the postman riding down the path and then put his plan into action.

He strode out towards George, smirking as he spun round at the first noise of the snow crunching below his feet.

Frank: Adams has been looking for you, you better find him quickly or he'll be asking Kraus to prepare your guts for his Lordship's guests. George curses in his head, and makes his way over to the door, stopping in the doorway as he finds his way blocked by a teary eyed Grace, but she doesn't move and George huffs, impatiently.

Grace: George-

George: Yes, yes I know, Adams is looking for me, will you get out of the bloody way, so I can go and see what the Scottish git wants! She raises her eyebrow, as he pushes past her and shouts after him

Grace: But that isn't-! she stops shouting and trails off, he was already gone. what I was going to say. She sighs and turns on her heels, glaring at the smirking Frank and making her way back in to get Mrs Ryan some more water for her sweetheart.

Frank: Oi Grace, if you feel like getting on your hands and knees again, I've got plenty of jobs you could see too! He sniggers, as she shivers slightly, storming into the house. But then Frank's attention was turned back to the postman, who was dismounting his horse. You want me to take those in for you mate?

The Postman smiles slightly and passes him the letters and Frank begins to walk inside flicking though the letters. One for Kraus. One for the butler's bed partner, two for her… they could be a good read if he had nothing to do, see what she really gets up too. Hopefully he'd be finding that out soon enough, he chuckles at the thought, find out what's beneath those many petticoats and that huge chastity belt of hers, that makes Jarvis anxious to get to bed every night. But soon his thoughts about the housekeeper are far from his mind, as he continues to flick through the mail and finds one addressed to 'George Cosmo', from London, he pockets the letters and makes his way up to his quarters, giving him the privacy he needed to read this letter. He opened the letter, careful not to break the seal and pulled the letter out, it read:

'There's no doubt about it, you can't leave Taplows. I've been having trouble again, they've been asking about your whereabouts again, your death excuse has fallen through, they found out there was no carriage accident and are out sniffing around again. I've also had more bad news, there is census going on, I had a man knocking on my door the other day, asking questions, they could be at Taplows in a matter of months. Lay low.'

That was it, it wasn't signed. Frank read the letter through again, confused, and not sure what to make of this new information.

He heard quick footsteps outside his door and suddenly became very aware of the fact that George would probably be searching for him, to check the mail, he must have found Adams by now and realised Frank had made it up. He sealed the envelope has quickly and neatly as he could and rushed downstairs, leaving the mail in Johnny's hand to give to their owners, not before pocketing Mrs Ryan's mail, only to find out later, it was nothing interesting just something about next week's grocery delivery and some bill for her to look over.

Frank was still trying to make out George's situation, 'death excuse', being worried about the census, it didn't make any sense. Unless… no… he wasn't on the run was he! Now that would be news, that would explain the reason he didn't want to leave Taplows with Grace. Then surely that would mean George's character was fake? Frank smirks, he was so clever, that dense butler had absolutely no idea! And when he had his hands on Cosmo's character, he'd be able to begin his snooping. He laughs evilly, causing a group of maids passing him to hurry along quickly, looking at him in horror, and having a few things to say about Grace's stupidity. And when he'd done his snooping he'd be able to get Grace May on her back and show her a thing or two about making a fool out of him!

Frank's assumption that George would now be looking for him was in fact completely inaccurate. Instead, George's search for Adams had been completely fruitless, and in the end returns confused to the servants hall where Will and Fred are sat polishing the silver and participating in a two-man burping contest, much to the disgust of Charlotte and Lizzie who are busy folding and pressing napkins.

Charlotte shaking her head and tutting loudly: You footmen, you're all disgusting. Why can't you just act like respectable human beings without indulging in stupid antics all the time?

Will burping again while examining a spoon: What's got your petticoats in a twist today love? I mean you can be a miserable crow at times but you've been worse than usual this morning. Been turned down by some bloke, have you?

Charlotte snorting and glaring down her nose at a smirking Will: No I haven't, not that it's any of your business, William!

Fred patting Will on the arm with a fork and grinning: You've seen her following round that Dr

Evans, haven't you mate? Turns as red as a strawberry every time she sees him, must be those medical hands she likes, all covered in people's blood and guts!

Charlotte slamming down a napkin: Excuse me Frederick,I AM in the room you know! I don't know how you can joke when Mr Jarvis is lying unconscious and Lord Hugo is dying!

Will Ignoring her and laughing: Yeah, but you don't know where else they've been though, unless that's the turn-on; 'ooh, Dr Evans, show me how you put your hand up a cow!'

Charlotte throwing Will a disparaging glare: He's a doctor, not a vet you idiot, don't you know the difference!

Will raising his eyebrows and sniffing out a laugh: Who said anything about animals, love!

George jumping in before a slightly tearful Charlotte can respond: 'ere, Will, stop ping about and come help me find Adams, the sod's not anywhere.

Will rolling his eyes without even glancing up at George: Can't you see I'm busy polishing his Lordship's finest here! We're not all slackers like some you know, which reminds me, have you actually done any work this morning Mr Cosmo or are you still too busy chasing skirt?

Fred chuckling and stretching: Oh leave the man alone, any bloke would have difficulty handling Grace May if you ask me, and anyway Will just 'cos you're not getting any at the moment, although I never did find out who your last bit of stocking was!

George speaking before making the coincidental link: Mrs Ryan!

Suddenly all heads turn to stare at him, a look of absolute horror and panic on Will's face, but to his relief George merely gulps and carries on what he was actually meaning to say

George snatching up an apple and biting into it: Lizzie, Mrs Ryan wants you, I've just seen her. Said you should take a fresh towel with you. Then she wants you back upstairs.

With a sigh, Lizzie dumps her napkins and exits as Charlotte stares darkly at Will for even daring to mention the doctor's name disparagingly. Tossing a handful of cutlery onto the table as if they are nothing more than cheap tat from Tappleton, Will leaps up from the table heads towards the door

Will yawning: Come on then, let's find the Scotch idiot, wouldn't want Georgie here getting into trouble now, would we? And as acting under-butler I have a duty to my men, even if it is only you George! Anyway if anyone has a bird on the go at the moment, it has to be Adams, but now he's acting butler he'd better cut that out, not that being butler ever stopped Jarvis from getting his way with whichever woman he fancies.

George following him out and along the corridor, unsure as to how much Will knows: Why d'you reckon Andrew's involved? Can't see Andrew with a woman, I mean she'd have to be pretty desperate wouldn't she!

Will pinching a scullery maid's bottom as he passes her, causing her to squeal: Completely true, but why would any woman be desperate with me around? Unless they're desperate to get with me of course, which is most likely! It's just he's been acting a bit strange lately, he's not thumped me once in the past week. I reckon he's got some tart in town, I mean he disappears for hours on end – more than he used to – I bet she's given him the clap or something! Well, I bloody hope she has anyway!

The two footmen search the whole of the servants quarters, including Adams' room, but as he is nowhere to be found they decide Frank was having George on just to inconvenience him as much as possible. Instead they make their way upstairs, Will to go to tend the Earl as acting under-butler and George to check on Lord Montague as acting first footman. The harsh reality both had come to recognise quite quickly is that if the worst happens and Jarvis fails to wake then there would have to be a complete rejigging of male staff on a far more permanent basis, and both are equally keen as the other to make a good impression. Just in case, of course. Maids are busily dashing in and out of Lord Hugo's room – quite obviously he is getting worse by the hour, and George and Will can hear him coughing, retching and panting from inside his room

George as he and Will head along the corridor: Poor bd. My old granddad had pneumonia, took him a few days to die. I remember all this yellow gooey stuff, it upset mum no end it did.

Will walking past Lady Rebecca's room: Oh so you actually have a family do you? Here's me thinking you came in on the last boat from Never-never Land…..suddenly grinding to a halt outside Rebecca's slightly adjar door, his hand flying up to stop George….sshhh! Listen!

Both footmen glance around then seeing nobody lean into the door, listening carefully. The first thing they can make out is a male Scottish voice – Adams' voice – so in his intense curiosity Will peers through the gap in the door while George reluctantly stands with his back to it, making it look like he is on duty outside it. Nobody, except a superior, would question why he was there, conveniently blocking Will from view. And as for superiors, one is unconscious, one won't leave his bedside, and one is being spied on by his colleague. Even still, that doesn't prevent George from beginning to panic.

George hissing through the corner of his mouth: Hurry up, will you! Didn't your mother teach you not to interfere in other people's business!

Will waving his hand at George to silence him and whispering: Shut it! I think we may have made a discovery here!

George, knowing full well what 'discovery' Will probably may have made, rocks uneasily on his heels and rolls his eyes. He doesn't even have on his wig, for goodness sake, if Grace suddenly comes along she'll demand to know there and then what the two of them are up to, and if Adams were to catch them both trying to get an eye-full of him getting inside a certain aristocrat's drawers then they would both be for the sack, or if not a damn good beating.

Will's eyes begin to widen in amazement, his jaw dropping as if completely shocked, rather than amused, by what he is witnessing. True to George's assumption, Will Forest had just gained himself a very important card to play in the game to one day out-wit and out-blackmail Andrew Adams. He wouldn't play it yet – oh no. That would be rash and possibly very foolish. No this one – this one would be for keeps, and one day he could get sweet revenge on the under-butler who had bullied and beaten him senseless since he first arrived to replace Frank a year ago.

Will tugging at George's sleeve: Mate, you have to see this! The lucky sod, how on earth did he get a bit of gorgeous posh like that? Lady Rebecca 'gagging-for-it' Farquarson, eh, who'd have thought it! He must be paying her at least! Go on, love, get 'em out for him!

Uneasily, George peers over Will's head through the crack in the door, catching the last few seconds of a passionate clinch between Lady Rebecca and Mr Adams. Running his hands down her back soothingly, he rubs his nose against hers then kisses away her fresh tears

Adams in hushed tone,holding her close to him: I'm so pleased you've agreed to marry him. You're right, it's the perfect solution – well, as perfect as it can be considering the circumstances. Everyone apart from his Lordship still thinks you're engaged to him anyway. At least it was arranged quickly, as the vicar is here to see Lady Mary. But you have to tell the Earl

Rebecca sighing and threading her arms further round his neck: I'll only tell him afterwards, I know it's cruel but if I told him before then I may change my mind about Hugo and I know that would be a terrible thing to do. I'm feeling so fragile at the moment, and confused, but I know in my heart I should marry Hugo so that's what I intend to do this afternoon. I don't want a fuss though, and I certainly don't want my sister there. I have told Monty, and he has agreed to be a witness – will you find Flora for me? I very much want her to be there, to be a witness, although I understand if she wants to stay with Mr Jarvis. Will you ask her? We will only need her for a short while.

Adams brushing her tired face with his hand: Of course I will ask her. Do you want me to be there?

Rebecca kissing him softly on the lips: Only if you want to, my darling. It is up to you – I would love you to be there, but if you're not I understand.

Adams stroking her stomach: Oh, I love you so much. Why did I ever think we could live without each other, after all this time? I know everything will be alright in the end, that we will be together forever one day in the future, but for now you need to remain strong for the baby and for Hugo, and I'm here to support you.

Tenderly, Adams kisses Rebecca on the cheek, then down the side of her jaw and neck, pulling her close again as she moans softly in enjoyment at his touch. Little does either know that two certain footmen are looking on, half in mild jealousy and half in disgust, but when Rebecca tugs alluringly at Adams' neck tie, pulling him over to her bed, George grimaces and leans in to whisper to a transfixed Will Forest

George: Will mate, trust me, you really don't want to be a witness to this sort of thing, believe me! And if we get caught, I think my reputation amongst our superiors will take another battering which I can't afford!

Will climbing to his feet just as Annie walks past, glaring at him suspiciously: You make it sound as if you have a habit of spying on people – urgh you never watched me and Esther did you, you dirty little…….

George holding his hands up defensively, aware of Annie's lingering gaze: Bloody hell no, but there was this one time – I blame Grace myself…….

Suddenly a hand lands firmly on Will's shoulder from behind him, causing him to jump and spin round to see Adams standing in front of him, his expression furious. Annie hurries off as he shoves Will forward so he can close the door behind him, the footman tripping over his own feet but grabbing hold of George's jacket to prevent himself from crashing to the floor

Adams closing in on them,his voice reduced to a harsh whisper so not to attract attention: What the hell do you two think you are doing, eh! Why are you here! Mr Cosmo, you should be with Lord Montague by now, and as for you Mr Forest – oh stand up straight, boy! – if you want to continue being acting under-butler then you had better get your priorities sorted and get yourself off to see the Earl before you feel my fist in your face, do you understand me!

Will smirking and raising an eyebrow: You're only ACTING butler Mr Adams, you still can't sack me, Mrs Ryan wouldn't let you for a start, with Mr Jarvis still alive and recovering.

George nudging Will and muttering urgently: C'mon Will, don't start. Just leave it.

Adams crunching his foot down on Will's and snorting: You'd do well to follow young Mr Cosmo's advice, William. Mr Jarvis is still unconscious, and until he is back in the land of the living with all his faculties intact, giving out orders, albeit from his bed, you answer to ME and nobody else, and that includes Mrs Ryan. As far as this household is concerned I am butler, and if you want to challenge that I suggest you make an official complaint to his Lordship. If I so much get a whiff of you undermining my authority, whether it be gossiping behind my back or blatantly flouting my orders, then you'll be out and I am sure Mr Jarvis would wholeheartedly understand and approve my actions!

Will grits his teeth and glares unmovingly at Adams, but their confrontation is broken by the harrowing sound of Lord Hugo practically coughing his guts up again. Adams shoots a worried glance down the hallway, momentarily letting is guard slip, but just long enough for Will to jump in with a snide comment he just might live to regret while George sighs, willing his friend to shut his big fat trap. If Will had thought about it more carefully,he would have realised keeping quiet about his new knowledge may have proved far more advantageous than blurting it out, particularly as he had only heard part of the situation and therefore had grabbed the wrong end of a very long and complicated stick with a little too much gusto

Will smirking and hissing: Bet you can't wait for him to drop dead, now that you've got a sordid little thing going with her Ladyship! I bet Lord Perfect would love to know that the acting butler is in his fiancée's drawers while he's close to death!

Adams managing an even broader smile than Will's: You're more bloody foolish than I thought. I have no idea what you're on about, or what's going on in that filthy mind of yours, but I'm sure we can have a nice little discussion about it later. Now get to the Earl, the silly old sod thinks he's got pneumonia too, so you'd better go and humour him!

With a snarl, Adams huffs and storms off towards Lord Hugo's room, leaving George to grab his friend's arm in alarm and despair for his welfare

George pulling him down the corridor: Why the hell did you have to say that, eh! God mate you must be suicidal! He's got even more reason to hate your guts now, he'll be even more gunning for your bs on his plate, you idiot!

Will folding his arms and sniggering: He'd better not bloody try it! Finally, after all this time, I have something to hold over his head. I mean, it can't be a serious thing he's got going with her, he probably just gets to grope her every now and again, the dirty creep!

George shaking his head and glancing back over his shoulder: Don't think so, mate. I think it's pretty full-on. By all accounts you're last to know, apart from his Lordship. Even Jarvis knows and hasn't said a word to get him kicked out. I reckon they're in love.

Will snorting disbelievingly: Love? He's not capable of that sort of thing. I don't believe in it any more anyway, don't think it exists. Everyone's out for themselves, the world revolves around money and getting the better of others, not romantic rubbish like love. You know it, I know it and Adams certainly knows it. He doesn't love her, he's out for what he can get – a nice bit of posh arse and as much money as he can con out of her. Jarvis is just as bad, one minute he's paying some tart from Bristol, the other he's all lovey-dovey with Mrs Ryan.

Suddenly George glares at his colleague, his expression turning to one of pity rather than anger, but his words are spoken so harshly it is quite obvious to Will he has hit a raw nerve

George: For God's sake Will, we're not all like you – maybe I'm beginning to see why Adams hates you so much, ever since…..all that business, you've become even more up yourself and cynical than he is. It may be that he does love her, and that she loves him – everyone knows Lord Hugo swings the other way. Just because you've forgotten what it's like doesn't mean the rest of us have. Have a bit of a heart Will, just for once.

George tuts and stalks off towards Monty's room, leaving Will to stand pondering his own thoughts

Will calling out after him to get in the last come-back: Just because you've got bird trouble doesn't mean you can take it out on me!

The simple reason for Adams' sudden appearance outside Rebecca's door had been because he had heard suspicious whispering, rather than the quite dubious excuse to Rebecca that he didn't want to take advantage of an emotional woman, and after all it was indeed her wedding day, to be shared with another man. He knew very much in his mind that if Will and George hadn't distracted him by spying on him and his lover – although he had to admit it to be his own fault for leaving the ruddy door ajar – then maybe a bit of sexual healing had been just what was needed for both of them. Instead, attempting to hide his downright annoyance, Adams kissed her one last time, as passionately he could muster considering his disappointment – for God's sake it had felt like ages since their last time, indeed it was while he was still laid up from his heart attack. Still, Rebecca assured him in hushed, rather amorous tone that there would be plenty of opportunity for them to make up for lost time very soon, but just to give her a little more time.

Fortunately, plans for the impromptu wedding went without a hitch in the following few hours, and Flora agreed readily to be bridesmaid as well as a witness, now she felt just about able to leave Walter for a short while. Anyway she felt that she should attend, partly on his behalf as a thank you to Hugo for what he had done, and partly because she wanted to be there for the first true friend she had made in such a long time, so she quickly hunted out the brightest dress in her wardrobe to try to make sure the occasion didn't feel completely depressing.

Fortunately, the Earl could be kept completely in the dark quite easily at first about his now ex-fiancee's intentions as he had become convinced that he had the exact same thing as Hugo. The doctor, with a sigh, examined him closely and gave him a full bill of health, but nevertheless the Earl decided it was best he stayed in bed – just in case. Of course it didn't even occur to the doctor, or to Will, that he may be doing it just for attention. Not at all. Repeated calls by his Lordship through his valet to have Rebecca visit him rather than the deathly Hugo fell completely on deaf ears, with the Lady sending the valet back with a flea in his ear to tell Algie that she would be with him as soon as she could. Her word, of course, never came true. In the end the Earl could take it no longer, and jumped out of bed to be dressed by his valet, yelling 'where is Jarvis, this is ridiculous!' as if the butler had selfishly gone for a stroll at an inconvenient time rather than being out of sorts in his bed for attempting to save the old goat's mother from certain death.

The wedding itself went off without too many problems, considering the nature of it. Rebecca had been overwhelmed with joy at Flora's attendance, and had hugged her furiously on seeing her, tears of joy and sadness streaming down her cheeks. But the ceremony itself took on an unsurprising sombre tone, the drama of the occasion added to by a severe coughing fit by Hugo in the midst of his vows, so much so that the doctor had to administer another dose of laudanum to take the pain away from his heavy, clogged lungs. Adams kept his distance, preferring to stand at the back of the room and watch, but always alert to the possibility the Earl would summon him at any moment. An uneasy Monty witnessed the event along with Flora, very aware that his wife would be hunting him out very soon if he didn't turn up for afternoon tea, but his good nature prevailed and he agreed to stay back after the wedding to help Hugo sort out his business arrangements and the details of his estate.

The saddest moment, however, had to be the painful sight of Hugo signing the register, his hand so wobbly that Rebecca had to help him guide the quill across the parchment. Her own selfish thoughts that this isn't how her wedding day was supposed to be surfaced momentarily as Hugo leaned up to kiss her softly, albeit platonically, but seeing his obvious delight at being joined in Holy Matrimony with her warmed her heart and she knew then she had done the right thing. Even Adams, for all his reservations, felt an inner peace, knowing that in the end Rebecca would be with him – his wife – but for now he felt honoured to let such a brave and understanding gentleman have her hand in marriage, as he knew that their short married life could be no more than a mutual friendship.

But, for Rebecca, the wedding itself was the easy part. She had to face telling Algie that their wedding was well and truly off even before arrangements began, while waiting in premature mourning for her new husband to die. The baby may have weakened her strength, but certainly not her resolve. With the love and support of Andrew she knew she could get through anything, even the suspicious chatter amongst society about the conception of her baby which evidently took place before her marriage to Hugo. During her private prayer straight after her wedding, as well as praying for her own situation she included Flora and Walter, praying that soon he would wake and his recovery would at last bring a long-awaited smile to Taplows.

Humming softly to herself Flora Ryan made her way gracefully down the main staircase, this had to have been one of the strangest days imaginable, it seemed positively unreal; first being woken by a furious Emily, then hearing the news about Lord Hugo and now being bridesmaid and witness at the bizarrest and most touching of weddings. Shaking her head slightly Flora skimmed her hand along the banister checking automatically for dust and smudge marks, after all despite her personal crisis someone had to make the effort and she was certain that Andrew Adams had far more pressing concerns at the moment than the upkeep of Taplows. Sighing deeply she gathered her thoughts glancing quickly out of the grand windows at the still snow covered countryside before turning and hurrying back to the servant's quarters anxious to check in with Emily and find out how her beloved Walter was recovering; she had only been away from his side for little over an hour since the accident but all of a sudden it felt like an eternity what if she had missed something crucial?

Hurrying the pace she ignored the questioning glances of both Will and George as she passed by them without a second look and within minutes she was outside the Butler's bedroom, knocking softly on the door she pushed it open and stepped into the room. Once inside she had to resist the urge to smile at the similarity of the situation, Emily was sat in the bedside chair, the latest Dickens novel open in her lap and a cup of tea balanced precariously on the arm of the chair whilst their oblivious owner quietly snored in the afternoon sun. Tiptoeing over Flora gently laid her hand on the other woman's shoulder causing Emily to suddenly start awake, jumping practically a foot in the air and upsetting the half full tea cup, spilling the tepid muddy liquid down the front of her dress. Exclaiming loudly Emily seized on a nearby flannel, attacking the stain with gusto all the while shooting both annoyed and abashed gazes at a somewhat smug Flora who simply stood nearby an amused expression flittering over her face.

"Fine I think you've made your point and I need to soak this properly!" Emily muttered after a few moments, getting to her feet and handing the unfinished book over to Flora. "We've gotten to the part about the Christmas present and the second spirit if you'd be so kind to continue I'm sure Walter would like to hear what happens!"

Smiling broadly Flora nodded, settling herself down in Emily's vacated chair and taking a deep breath before continuing with the story. Emily bustled over to the door pausing for only a moment to gaze at the couple in the corner, Walter was looking much better his temperature had dropped and the doctor had said he could wake up at anytime, now all they needed was confirmation of Flora's hopes and their little family would be complete.

An hour or so later and the housekeeper was still engrossed in the novel, she had never before been able to keep interested in Dickens his stories always seemed so bleak and despairing but this one was more engaging than his others and the festive theme seemed entirely appropriate. However just as the tension was building and Scrooge was being shown the bleakness of Christmas future Flora was immediately distracted by a weak rasping request for water. Glancing up from the book her eyes joyfully locked with those of a very much awake Walter Corey, who was staring sleepily across at her. For a moment Flora sat frozen in her seat unable to believe her eyes but then a repeated and slightly irritated request for water from the Butler jarred her from her stupor.

Dashing across to the bureau Flora quickly filled a glass and moved back over to sit next to Walter on his bed preparing to assist him in drinking it but the impatient Butler tried to snatch it from her grasp and during the brief struggle managed to spill most of it down the front of his nightshirt. Immediately concerned Flora seized a dry flannel and tired to mop up the liquid much to the irritation of Jarvis who appeared to grow even grumpier the more she continued to fuss unnecessarily; opening his mouth to speak and tell her to back off he was suddenly cut off when the relieved housekeeper flung her arms round his neck drawing him into a tight and practically suffocating embrace.

For a moment he simply sat there shocked and unsure about how to act; what the hell was she doing, one minute fussing over him like his mother and now this? Just as he was about to issue a sharp retort about how this was hardly the way to speed his recovery through choking the life out of him, the housekeeper released him slightly turning her face so she could gaze into his eyes and Jarvis was stunned to silence. Her face was scant inches from his own and he could see every curve and flush of it, every minuet detail of her stunning sapphire eyes which at the moment were brimming with unshed tears and the sight literally took his breath away. Acting instinctively he brought up a hand to brush the tears away as they began to fall like icicles down her flawless skin luxuriating in its silky texture beneath his fingertips. Parting his lips to ask her what was wrong the Butler was once more prevented from speaking but this time by the insistent press of the housekeeper's lips against his own.

For a moment or two she kissed him hungrily, displaying a passionate nature he had never even guessed at and he found it impossibly to resist her, returning her ardent kiss with a ravenous one of his own. Finally they both had too come up for air and the Butler fell back against his pillows gazing in stunned wonder at the vision before him, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed from their frantic canoodling, all framed by wild tendrils of hair that had managed to escape from under her cap; and in that moment it took all those years of training and a lifetime of developing restraint to prevent him from pulling the housekeeper back into his embrace and down onto his bed. Mrs Ryan however did not seem to agree with his sudden decision to stop and so leant forward intent on capturing his lips once more, whilst more alarmingly for the Butler her hands moved to the collar of her dress and began to swiftly unfasten it.

"Mrs Ryan what on earth do you think you are doing?" He managed to gasp out, the panicked look on his face finally registering with the housekeeper as she momentarily paused in undressing her eyes flickering between his obviously searching for any sign that he was joking. Then smiling coyly she continued with her dress until an increasingly disturbed Jarvis could easily catch a glimpse of her undergarments and more worryingly the rather attractive looking bosom that seemed to be heaving heavily against its restraints. Acting impulsively he leant forward and pushing aside her hands beginning to refasten her clothing ignoring the look of stunned disappointment on her face.

"I do not know what has got into you this morning Mrs Ryan or what game you think you are playing…" He began but was cut off and stunned to silence when instead of looking abashed or embarrassed Flora Ryan retorted angrily.

"Well you would know all about games now wouldn't you Walter, one minute blowing hot and the next cold with no thought to what hell I've been through in the last day, I really thought you were going to die can't you understand that?" She practically screamed jumping up from the bed and seizing the abandoned Dickens book and flinging it back at him.

Managing to duck out of it's way just in time, an outraged Jarvis swung his legs out of bed intending to physically seize the apparently possessed woman and escort her from the room, but just as he had leapt out of bed and seized her roughly by the elbow his balance went. Dizzy and unable to stay on his feet the Butler went crashing down against the housekeeper knocking her clean off her feet as well. For a moment he lay flat on top of her desperately fighting the feelings of faintness that threatened to overwhelm him and for once gratefully receiving Flora Ryan's fussiness as she smoothed his fringe away from his face holding him securely in her embrace. Gradually the dizziness subsided and the embarrassingly compromising situation became apparent to the Butler, especially when he caught sight of the almost feral glint in Flora Ryan's eye as she ran her fingers up and down his spine, making his skin tingle through his thin nightshirt.

It was at this point when he was certain things couldn't get any worse that somehow miraculously they managed to; the door to his bedroom swung open and in marched his Mother!

"Mother WHAT in blue blazes are you doing here?" Jarvis bellowed, hastily rolling off of the housekeeper and using the chair to help him to his feet before seizing his dressing gown and quickly pulling it on.

"Looking after you, what does it look like, not that you seem to need it things appear to be getting back to normal…." She added mischievously glancing down at the dishevelled housekeeper and her half unfastened dress.

"It's not what it looks like, we were only….Urgh well never mind…What can we…I mean I do for you?" Jarvis quickly corrected in order to hide his mounting mortification.

"I came to see if Flora had finished with my book?" Emily asked innocently her gaze scanning the room until she caught sight of it half buried underneath her son's rumpled bedclothes, following his mother's gaze Walter rapidly reddened his discomfort growing when she walked across the room to retrieve it turning back to him with a particularly pointed glare. "Tut tut Walter didn't I always tell you as a boy not to go reading in bed you never known when you'll fall asleep and set your bed linen alight!"

"It wasn't my fault…" He began turning to glare at the housekeeper, but Flora simply returned his angry glance with an amused one of her own.

"It's your linen so it's your responsibility!" Emily scolded, sharing a conspiratorial smile with the housekeeper at the same time. "Well I'll leave you two alone shall I? Plenty to discuss I imagine, didn't you have something you wanted to tell my son Flora my dear?" Emily added emphatically, causing Flora to squirm uncomfortably. "I'm sure you'll get round to it in your own time, I will be back to see you this evening Walter once you've made yourself presentable until then I'll leave you in Mrs Ryan's capable hands." And with that she turned and swept out of the door intent on finding Felix and sharing the good news.

"Well?" Flora asked from her indelicate position slumped against the fireside easy chair.

"Well what Mrs Ryan?" Jarvis snapped back his own mind whirling with that bizarrest of encounters with his mother of all people, so he didn't notice the expectant glance the housekeeper was sending him.

"Are you going to help me up, considering it's your fault I'm sprawled on the floor in the first place?" Flora Ryan replied teasingly.

Sighing to himself Jarvis held out his hands, which the housekeeper gratefully accepted before he wrenched her to her feet, resisting her every attempt to wrap her arms once more round his neck he seized her elbow and escorted her to the door. Puzzled and confused Flora fought his every attempt to force out the open door, finally managing to slam it shut and lean her weight up against it. "Damnit Man what is wrong with you? What have I done to make you so angry?"

"Simple I do not appreciate being accosted by desperate drunken women in my own bedroom, just be glad Mrs Ryan I do not intend to take this matter any further, now if you don't mind I must respectfully ask you to vacate my room at once!" Jarvis hissed his voice low and full of venom.

"What do you mean drunk and desperate?" Flora retorted shocked at his coldness.

"I can smell the alcohol, and on duty as well!" Jarvis retorted looking down his nose at the housekeeper.

"I had one glass of champagne, it was a wedding and we were toasting the couple what else could I have done? Refused?" Flora asked clinging determinedly to his sleeve.

"A wedding at Taplows? A likely story let me guess his lordship has married off Lord Harry to some Portuguese princess, a child bridegroom in exchange for part of the America's?"

"That is hardly amusing, how can you make jokes about that poor boy?" Flora retorted, disgust at Walter's callousness written all over her face.

"I hardly think given your present state of undress you have a right to lecture me on what is proper and what isn't Mrs Ryan and how else would you have me describe you current behaviour, you've acted no better than the most obvious of fallen women. I cannot even believe you would consider for a moment I would act in any manner which would jeopardise both my position and my honour as a gentleman. Now Madam I bid you good night!" And with that Jarvis wrenched her away from the door, flinging it open wide and sending the shaking housekeeper sailing through the open space to land heavily on the other side before slamming it determinedly in her face, leaving a sobbing Flora Ryan to stare alone and confused at the locked door.