Bennett was clearly unfazed. The gentle sounds of china and silverware being gathered faded as we headed down the corridor, and I thought about how living one’s entire life in the company of servants sure made for a different outlook. Bennett was wonderful to his employees, generous and kind. His butlers, chauffeurs, and indeed most of the staff, would eagerly stand up for him because they knew he cared about them. For all his wealth and privilege, Bennett maintained an air of approachability. He was loved for that. We took a sharp left into a part of this level I’d never visited before. Bennett caught my quick glance back at the busy staffers. “It makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” I didn’t understand what he meant. This part of his private rooms was illuminated less ostentatiously. The hall was narrower and all the doors on both sides were shut. “This area, you mean?” He slowed to allow us to walk side by side.
