She might find out.” Sally, the upstairs maid, who was usually agreeably inclined toward a roll in the hay, had the audacity to resist this time when Harry tried to pull her into his arms. “She, she, I’m getting rather tired of that blasted woman.” “Aye, I can believe you’re tired. Made you walk all the way from town, or so I heard.” “I’ll get even with her for that, see if I don’t. Who does she think she is, telling everyone here what to do?” “Miss Hemsworth is Quality, that’s what she is. You just have to listen to her talk to know she ain’t like us.” “She’s a freak, that’s what she is, and no matter how well born she is, she’s nothing but the governess, which makes her a servant just like us, so by what authority is she bossing the rest of us around, making us all shave every day? Why she even took the keys to the wine cellar away from old Chorley, and as the butler, it’s his responsibility to take care of the liquor.” “Well, his idea of taking care of the brandy was guzzling it down as fast as he could.
