p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Begrudgingly, I joined George in the servant's hall, where, once again, the table was filled with things for me to /br /I sat down silently next to him and picked up the first piece of glassware in front of me, making sure to sigh loudly to let him know of my annoyance. He ignored me and seemed to be cleaning the glass extremely intensely, set on acting as if I were not there. Although, I had to admit it was quite peaceful, sitting with him in /br /"I'm sorry about your girlfriend..." George offered awkwardly when we were just half way through the /br /"My what? I asked, confused that he might be trying to be sarcastic or /br /"Your girlfriend. Jamie, wasn't it?" He seemed almost pained at the kindness he /br /"Oh, erm, yes." I said, remembering my cover; an image of Jamie flashed before my eyes but I shoved it roughly to the back of my head. No, I could not get upset here. Not in front of George. "Thanks, no one has ever really said that."br /br /George stopped and looked to me for a moment. "Really?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"br /"Yes. Well I don't have any family and well, I didn't have the best of friends..." Which was true, but it wasn't the real reason they had never said anything. I, of course, could never have told /br /George looked to me further for a few moments more before turning back to the task before /br /I frowned, a little concerned of his motives but said nothing else. I was just thankful that we had seemingly achieved /br /"I heard when I was in London, that Lord Barrington was getting... I hate to say it but a little... Full of himself... Apparently he has given one of his assistants the sack for saying that he was being harsh on the farmers."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""What do you mean harsh on the farmers?" Stella asked, mouth open in awe, as if what I was saying was the most wonderful thing that could ever be /br /"Close that mouth Stella, you'll catch a fly" Mrs Brown butted in rudely. "I'd do the same if I were you, Samuel. Don't want Lord Barrington hearing any of that."br /br /"Mrs Brown, I-" I began, but George cut me off before I said anything /br /"I know someone myself that's rather big headed." George interrupted me, earning a few giggles from the housemaids. It was as if earlier had never /br /"Yes, we all know someone who thinks of themselves as higher than they should." I retorted, making Stella snigger beside me. I maintained eye contact with George. He seemed rather surprised, but was quick to get back on his /br /"It doesn't really work when you count yourself, Samuel." My face grew sour, glaring at him with extreme discontent; I was equally met with a smug /br /"I think I'll go see Mrs Reilly." I excused myself before anymore could be /br /"Just in time, Sam! Could I ask you a favour?" Mrs Reilly said stirring a pot of stew over the /br /"Yeah, sure. What do you need?"br /br /"Well, I'm rather busy at the moment and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind just popping into the village and getting me an extra packet of salt. I wouldn't ask, but I'm desperate. I'll talk to Everson for you." She /br /I looked to the clock on the wall and back to her again. We had two hours until dinner was to be served. I sighed, "I suppose... I just about have time." If I was honest, it would be nice to get out for a little /br /"Thank you!" She cried dramatically, handing me some change. "Here's the money for the salt."br /br /"You owe me one!" I warned her /br /It took me about half an hour to walk into the town. I didn't feel the need to rush as I listened quietly to the soft tweets of the birds in the trees. Every few moments the sun would emerge from the protection of the clouds, creating dancing patterns and shapes along the pavement floor cast by the trees that occasionally lined the streets of the northern town. The trees' leaves had started to turn an amber, golden shade as autumn had begun to dawn./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"The first shop I entered was owned by an older lady, her eyes were kind and sincere. She beamed when I entered, the bell on the door making a small 'ding' as I walked over the threshold. "What can I help you with, young sir?" She said with a sickly sweet tone./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"They had just run out of salt and the next shop was ten minutes away. Now realising that I had made a mistake with my leisurely pace on the way down, I resorted to half running to the next stop. From there, I obtained the necessary salt and hurried back with only five minutes to spare, slightly sweaty and red faced./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Mrs Reilly had a guilty expression on her face as I handed her the packet of salt that had caused me all of the trouble. "The first shop didn't have any." I said through heavy breaths./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Yes, I'm so sorry, Sam. Mr Everson is fuming, I tried to explain but I guess he's in one of those moods."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"As if on cue, he walked through the door to the kitchen, his face redder than mine. "Where the devil have you been?" He raved./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I'm sorry, Mr Everson, Mrs Reilly wanted me to-"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""Yes, Mrs Reilly has been telling me about your little escapade! Why, though, you didn't think to even tell me, however, I am at a loss to explain. Maybe you could kindly fill me in?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""I-I'm sorry, Mr Everson..." I said, unable to think of an excuse./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;""And look at the state of you!" He fumed. "Do you think it is acceptable to serve an emEarl/em in that manner?" I shook my head. "I am extremely disappointed in you, Samuel! George will be going up with tonight's meal as first footman. I suggest you hurry and clean yourself up and get ready before I have to send up a different second footman as well!"/p
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p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I nodded quickly and practically ran to my room, passing a smirking George on the way./p