Maggie nodded silently at the revelation of the desired form of address. Her employer’s disdain for titles – at least in private - appeared to be unchanged with her rise up society’s ladder. Her eyes rolled upward to consider her thoughts, there were many questions that she could ask:


“Was he ...

Maggie shifted her weight on the balls of her feet, her stomach felt tangled in a nautical knot that would have made her sailor father proud. Euston House was rich in finery, and she wondered how much of that opulence was due to Lady Ciel's influence. The scent of flowers and furniture polish wafted ...

What would she say when she met Lady Ciel again? Maggie wrung her hands trying to think of the words. Hello would be an excellent start, but the words after that? A general blankness filled her mind as she boarded the train at Liverpool Street at the start of her journey to the flatlands of ...

Once again, long words drowning in rich, dark ink on fine paper found their way into Maggie’s hands. They were presently the only letters the girl received. Maggie’s replies paled in comparison penned with leaded pencil smudging the cheap paper that smelled of even cheaper pipe tobacco. Sitting in ...

Maggie returned to Devonshire House with its imposing walls, its gates, and its impeccable views of the Ton. Her employ was at an end with this family, but the routine of job demanded she stop in for one last check for any post that might have arrived for her in her absence, and she was not to be ...