He was happy, but Lydia Williams was not when she returned home.
What does Lilian Jackson count as?
Just the daughter of a servant, and after having such disgraceful things happen with a bodyguard, she really considers herself a character?
The smile Old Master Jackson gives her is more than the one he gives me.
It's really enough!
After lunch, Lydia Williams seized an opportunity to enter the kitchen.
Robert hummed a tune in a foreign language while preparing a post-meal fruit tea for Old Master Jackson.
"Mr. Robert," Lydia Williams washed fruit by hand, rigidly reminding with a flat tone, "Lilian Jackson is just the daughter of a family servant. You shouldn't get too close to her, lest you lower your own status."
"Oh?" Robert didn't even lift his head, smiling serenely, "I actually find Miss Lilian quite poised and worth associating with."
