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Jake White - The Beginning

Copyright© 2009 by Aurora

Chapter 38

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 38 - Young Jake travels from his home to Bristol where he is to join his Uncle's business. This is the start of his adventures

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Consensual   BiSexual   CrossDressing   Fiction   Historical   Humor   Tear Jerker   Group Sex   Interracial   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Slow  

Eventually Jake and Hermione arrived at their home to a rapturous welcome.

Lydia hugged Jake, and then stepped back and looked at him.

“It is so good to see you after your ordeal, Jake,” she reached a hand to his neck. “But what happened to your neck?

“I’m afraid the arresting officer went ... I can only say mad. I was causing him some irritation it’s true, asking him questions about what was going on. Then he suddenly leapt across the compartment at me. I was unable to protect myself due to being handcuffed, and it was fortunate that the sergeant was quick thinking, and between him and the constable they pulled him off. Then he appeared to have some sort of seizure and died. Regrettable because he took a lot of information that we needed with him. He is an enigma.”

“A little callous, perhaps, Jake.” Lydia admonished him.

“He was trying to kill me, Aunt Lydia. And there appear to be other deaths incurred in this affair, not to mention my good name, which would affect the entire family and all those who work for us. So you may be right, but that is how I feel.”

“I afraid I have to agree with Jake,” Hermione concurred. “Sailors have been sent to their deaths, and their families will have no support.”

“Don’t forget, my love, that there are shares in the ’Peninsular Trader’, that will help them,” said Jake. “Now I would like to see the children. And I am quite sure that they will want to know everything,” he grinned.

“I am surprised that they don’t have nightmares, and wake up screaming after hearing your stories, Jake,” said Lydia. “I know I would, but they don’t seem to bother.”

“I agree,” said Hermione, “and I am always amazed at the things that happened when I wasn’t looking. Even the theft of all my jewellery by the pirates who attacked us. It hasn’t been replaced yet,” she finished, meaningfully.

Jake laughed, “but you don’t have any jewellery, Hermione.”

He took her arm and they started to walk towards the stairs to go to the nursery.

“Of course I don’t, Jake, it was all stolen by those pirates. You said so, and I am still waiting for it to be replaced.”

“How can you replace something that didn’t exist in the first place?”

“You said it did...”

And then they were out of Lydia’s hearing. She looked heavenwards. They were just like children, arguing over nothing. She wagered to herself that Hermione would win.

In the nursery they were inundated with small bodies with hugs and kisses and expressions of delight at the return of their parents. As soon as they sat down Aiofe claimed Hermione and cuddled into her. Jake asked them if they would like him to tell them the story of what had happened whilst he had been away. They were all in agreement, yes they would. The ‘yes’ was almost deafening.

And so began the saga of the great train robbery, that, of course, paid no heed whatsoever to the facts.


Fitz arrived home perhaps a little later than normal. Over a drink he enquired as to how Bea’s day had gone and she replied that not too much had happened. However, things changed when they sat down for supper.

“Where is Amanda?” Fitz asked.

Bea hesitated, then said. “She’s left me.”

“Left you? Why, where has she gone?”

“She has decided that she wants to stay here. In San Francisco. She has joined her Aunt Fanny.”

“Aunt Fanny? You mean...?”

“Yes, the one who runs a brothel,” said Bea.

“Bea! Really, there’s no need to be crude.”

“And what am I supposed to say? Amanda has decided that her future lies in entertaining gentlemen. Will that do?”

“I must go and rescue her, I am responsible for her,” said Fitz.

“You will not go and rescue her, it is her choice, and a reasoned one. If anything, it is my fault. And you are not responsible for her. I am. And in all honesty, Fitz, you are acting in a manner that Fanny pointed out to me that men do. I’d never really thought about it before. Neither Amanda nor I are your property, and even when you and I are married, you had better get used to the idea that I am not, and never will be yours, or anyone else’s, property.”

Fitz was sitting with his mouth open.

“We, you and I, do things out of love, Fitz. Sharing and working together. Not because I’m a woman and you own me. I did consider what Amanda is doing. Briefly. And I can see her point. Wives lie on their backs for their husbands, and what do they get out of it? They are just chattels, told what to do, organise the home and have children. Amanda realised that she has a valuable asset between her legs and she can make money out of it. I have introduced her to better things in life than a maid would experience. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that.

“When she gets back to England she’ll still be a maid, she’ll marry some workman and she’ll pump out babies until her body is ruined. And if he dies what do you think she’ll do to pay for another slug of gin? I know she’s thought about this a lot, and for better or worse, it’s her decision.”

Fitz sat, rather overwhelmed by what Bea had been said. To be honest he had never thought about any of this, just accepted that things were as they were. He now realised he had a tiger by the tail.

“Jemima, ask Violet to serve,” Bea raised her voice slightly, knowing exactly where the cook and the maid were.

“What would your father say about this?” Fitz asked.

“If he doesn’t know it, he’ll find out, because I know Victoria thinks the same. I love my father, he spent two years looking for me. He moved heaven and earth to find the people who thought they owned me, to use me as a pawn. He set Jake up to look for me, without Jake even knowing what he was doing. That was clever, because if Jake had known what he was doing, that’s all he would have done, and chances are he’d have failed. But he did find me, he set me free, and free I’ll stay.

“I’ll tell you what happened today,” Bea went on. “I was bored, so I said we’d go and visit Amanda’s aunt. When we got there, we were taken prisoner, you don’t want the details.”

“I do,” said Fitz, “Bea, I love you, what happens to you is important to me.”

“You are right, of course. Fanny obviously hates me, I assume because I am a lady, and she wanted Amanda to join her. She had a man who specialised in torture, without, she said, leaving a mark.”

“Had? What happened to him?”

“I shot him in the wrist, he dropped his gun, then I kicked him down the stairs and he broke his neck.”

“Damn! Remind me not to upset you.”

“I’m sure you won’t do that. Anyway, she had a couple of blonde girls captive there, who were both called Vi, and they had been tortured to the point where they’d do anything. Their minds were ... waiting to be rewritten is as near as I can get. Amanda just took charge, got them cleaned up, and then it seemed if she told them to do something, they did it. It was quite amazing. Then she said she’d given the idea of joining Fanny a lot of thought and decided that she would.”

“Good heavens!” Which was not the expression that had sprung to Fitz’s mind, he was after all a sailor.

“Don’t you mean something more like ‘fuck my old sea boots’, Fitz?” Bea grinned at him.

Fitz sat with his mouth open.

“You know this beef is very good, Fitz. I’d suggest you pop some in your mouth rather than leave it open.”

There was the sound of a stifled snigger from the kitchen.


The next morning, some time after breakfast, Jemima came in leading a girl. She was reasonably tall and quite pretty, but had almost no womanly curves at all. Probably Bea thought, due to a lack of food. She was dressed in a much patched but neatly repaired dress. Jemima had said black, but this girl was hardly coloured at all, even her features barely suggested her ancestry.

“This is the girl I was telling you about m’lady,” said Jemima.

“Hello,” said Bea, “What is your name?”

“Winnie, m’lady, Winnie Baigau,”

“Have you experience as a lady’s maid Winnie?”

“Some, m’lady. But not a lot, but I’m willing to learn,” Winnie told Bea.

“I can help her, m’lady,” said Jemima.

“What was you last job, Winnie?” asked Bea.

“I was a maid, m’lady,” said Winnie.

“And why did you leave?”

“I ... I kicked the master in his...”

“Winnie!” admonished Jemima.

“No,” said Bea. “Let her tell me. Why did you do that?”

“He put his hand up my dress.”

“Good for you!” said Bea, smiling. “I wouldn’t put up with it, and you shouldn’t have to either. So you can start right away?”

“Yes, m’lady.”

“Have you any other clothes?”

“No, m’lady.”

“Good, take her and get her scrubbed, and then feed her up,” Bea told Jemima. “Then I’ll take her shopping.”

“Thank you, m’lady,” said Jemima gathering her protege and heading for the kitchen.

It was little more than minutes later that Amanda arrived.

The two women hugged.

“How are you getting on?” asked Bea. She grinned. “If you’ve come for your job back you’re too late.”

“I’m doing all right, so far. Not that I’ve done anything. But even Daisy seems genuinely happy to see me. She’s not an ‘in charge’ sort of person, and to be honest I didn’t think I was, but there you are. The other girls seem fine with me being there. Vi and Vi seem perfectly happy, so that’s good. I actually came to collect my baggage, if that’s all right.”

“Of course, I expected you to do that,” said Bea. “I’ll give you a hand. When things settle down you must come and see me. I want to know all about it. And I want to know that you are happy.”

“I will,” said Amanda, “I promise. Give me a week or two and then I’ll tell you all about whatever happens.”


Jake was sitting in his office the next morning when the post arrived. Most of this was dealt with by Dennis, but there were two letters addressed personally, and clearly from ladies. Jake recognised the handwriting of one, Amelia, and he opened this first. She and Mary were well and young Giacobbe was a lovely boy but a real handful. She was also missing Bristol. She heard quite frequently from Nerissa, but very intermittently from Nathaniel. She enquired as to how their business was going, although Jake kept her regularly updated of course. She thought that she might visit Bristol in the spring. The local people were very kind, and priest had been very helpful, but if she was honest she really wanted the boy educated in England. And brought up as a member of the Church of England.

Jake sat back and thought about this. It should present no problems, perhaps someone would connect Jacob and Giacobbe, but people could think what they wanted.

The second letter turned out to be from the Duchess. The salutation, to Jake’s surprise, was ‘My dear Jacob’. She expressed her pleasure that the recent problems had been resolved, assured him that all was well, and that, as directed, Brightman had found a successor who they thought most suitable, subject, of course, to Jake’s approval. She also told him that she wished to see him at his earliest convenience.

Jake’s earliest convenience was, unfortunately, going to be a couple of weeks. In the meantime he had a mountain of work to do which he could not delegate. There was the new business in Manchester, which, if successful would come to Bristol, and then to London. He had to try and find all the wives and families of the ’Peninsular Trader’ crew who were entitled to inherit their husband’s share if, as was supposed, they had perished. And then there was the launch of ’Lightning’, something which could not be missed. There was one other thing that was on his mind and that was Susan’s inheritance. He had promised that he would do something for her, and although he had little time, he could get his solicitors and the bank to make some enquiries to start with. He called Dennis to help sort things out.

As luck would have it, the ’Peninsular Trader’ problem was partially relieved when the ’Maid of Avon’ the schooner that had been chartered to replace ’Moonfleet’, and skippered by Sam Vimes. arrived from Dublin with an extra crew member. Jake was, of course, unaware of this until there was a clatter of boots on the stair, with an echo of a daintier heel, and with no ceremony, Angelica ushered a seaman into his office.

“Look who’s just turned up on ’The Maid’!” Angelica exclaimed. “I thought you’d like to see him.”

“William Bentley!” said Dennis, whilst Jake was speechless. “Where the hell have you been? Sorry, Angelica.”

William Bentley had been the helmsman of the ’Peninsular Trader’ at the time that the squall had hit them, and was the very man who could have saved all the bother. Bentley stood in front of Jake’s desk and shuffled his feet.

“Sorry, Sir,” he said to Dennis, “Sorry, Capt’n Jake. I would have been here, but all of us was sort of press ganged into signing on the ’Fountain’. Money was good, and we sort of understood that there was going to be some problems over the ’Trader’ an’ we were best out of it. We didn’t realise it was a coffin ship. She didn’t look over loaded.”

“Sit yourself down and tell us about it.” said Jake. “Were all the ’Trader’ crew on her?”

“Aye, Capt’n. ‘cept for Austin. They said he already got another berth. There was another couple of hands, and the Capt’n and mate.”

“So what happened? Where were you bound?” asked Dennis.

“We were bound for Nova Scotia, Sir, an’ we got around the sou’west of Ireland, still in sight of the coast. The two other men and the mate had the watch, an’ the rest of us was abed. We’d eaten, but I’d just had bread ‘cos I’d had a bad gut, couldn’t face the stew. Anyways it was dark an’ we were all asleep when a loud noise woke me up. I think it may have been an explosion, but I couldn’t say for sure. So I got up to go on deck an’ the door was jammed. So I tried to wake the rest of ‘em, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell if they was alive or dead, an’ it fair scared me I can tell you.”

Jake and Dennis shook their heads whilst Angelica shuddered. Jake reached in his desk and took out four glasses and a bottle of brandy. He poured a measure for each of them.

“So how did you get out?” he asked, when they had all had a sip.

“Took me a few minutes, couldn’t say how long, but I broke the door and got out. There wasn’t a soul about, an’ one of the boats was gone, so I reckoned we’d been abandoned. I went back in, but I couldn’t raise any of the rest of ‘em, they was dead, an’ she was down by the head already, so I looked for something that would float. I couldn’t shift the other boat by meself, so I found a wooden crate, dumped it over the side and followed it.”

Bentley slumped down in the seat, clearly upset. “Murder it was Captain. Murder.”

“It certainly looks that way,” said a shocked Jake. “How did you get ashore?”

“‘Bout mid morning, a fishing boat picked me up, and took me to Galway. Lucky, I was, sirs, miss, very lucky.”

“I’ll say you were,” said Jake. “did you see anything of the Captain and Mate?”

“I did not. I did keep my eyes open. I was worried that they would murder me if they saw me. I had to walk and get what lifts I could to get to Dublin, Capt’n, and then there was ‘The Maid’ one of your ships. I was very glad to see it I can tell you. And Sam Vimes was very good to bring me here.”

There was silence for as moment.

“The Mercury did a good write up for you, Captain,” said Angelica. “D’you think they could help with this? It would bring it to public notice if nothing else. Now I’d better get back to work.”

They heard her trot down the stairs.

“What now, Jake?” asked Dennis.

“Now, I have something else to consider and I’ve a nasty suspicion that there isn’t much we can do. We will report it to the law, of course and there will be an enquiry ... another one,” he grimaced. “As to the Mercury, I’m not sure. However, whilst I do think about it there is something you can do, Mr Bentley. All those sailors from the ’Peninsular Trader’ were entitled to a share of the salvage. That obviously goes to their wives or next of kin now. Can you find them all for me? You’ll have to break the news about their husbands to them as well. I’ll pay you whilst you are doing it of course.”

“Aye, Captain,” said Bentley, “‘tis the least I can do. I know where some of them are and I’ll find the others.”

“Watch your back, too,” said Dennis. “If you see any of those men don’t confront them. If you come with me I’ll give you a cash advance, I expect you need it.”

And with that Jake was left on his own once more.


It was almost exactly two weeks later in the early afternoon when Bea saw Amanda again. She had changed, and very much for the better. She seemed to stand taller and looked well and was definitely more confident.

The two women hugged. Bea kissed Amanda, who returned the kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” said Bea when the kiss broke. “Well, not just for, umm, that sort of thing. But I am bored. We are in limbo at present until that damned cylinder arrives.

“I’ve been so busy,” Amanda replied. “I wanted to come and see you sooner, but there is so much to do ... and learn.”

“I’ll bet there is!” said Bea. “Have you long?”

“Oh, I’m in no hurry,” said Amanda. “I don’t need to be back until later this afternoon.”

Bea took her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. There was no resistance on Amanda’s part.

“Oh good,” said Bea. “Winnie isn’t here. She won’t come in unless I call her.”

“Is she cute?” asked Amanda. “Couldn’t you amuse yourself with her?”

“Amanda! You’ve lost all sense of decency. Winnie’s only sixteen.”

“There’s lots of girls with a family at that age. Not in your social set maybe, but for the lower classes if the girls are virgins much past ten or twelve they must be very fast runners or extremely ugly. And knowing you she’s not that. So she must be a fast runner ... maybe you could trip her.”

Bea laughed. “You’ve changed! Let’s see how much,” she said, and took Amanda in her arms kissed her and started undressing her. It took some minutes before both girls were naked, and it was some time before any noises were made that could be found in a dictionary.


Winnie was surprised when Bea and Amanda came into the bedroom. She was in the walk in wardrobe putting linen away. It seemed odd to her that a strange lady should come into the bedroom, and still being rather shy and uncertain about what went on she remained silent. It would, after all, only be a few minutes.

She heard the conversation regarding herself, although she didn’t fully understand at that time, two women together being outside her current knowledge. That didn’t last long. She was able to see what went on, realising that even if she stood at the foot of the bed they wouldn’t notice her, so engrossed were they in each other. But she decided that the best thing she could do was hide and keep quiet.


“Oh God, I needed that,” said Bea.

“But you’ve got Fitz, doesn’t he do it for you?”

“It’s not the same. Oh it’s nice, but you do it so much better.”

“May I remind you that you taught me how to do it. Perhaps you could teach him”

“I don’t like to,” said Bea. “I mean, men tend to be very sensitive about that sort of thing, don’t they?”

Amanda laughed. “You are quite right there. The size of their cocks is the most sensitive part, well sensitive in other ways too, and yet they are all much the same when it comes to size. The girls tell me that they are all about six inches long give or take an inch. Anything too long or too short is a nuisance. I take it Fitz isn’t out of the ordinary?”

“How on earth would I know? I’ve certainly not measured it and I’ve only seen one other, and that was that of the evil priest.”

“Oh! I’m sorry to remind you of that.”

“Don’t worry, I am quite at ease over it.”

“So,” Amanda grinned, “Fitz ... would you like me to check for you?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” said Bea quite forcefully. “I wouldn’t put it past you to try it out if you did. Anyway, I suppose you’re the expert now.”

“Well, I’ve seen a few. In the way of business, of course. I was a bit nervous the first time, but I suppose all girls are. Fanny got a good bid for my virginity, then the girls washed and perfumed me, gave me a couple of drinks, laid me out in what they call the bridal room, and this man came in and well, not a lot of finesse, he was so excited that he only just got in when he spurted. The second time was better, and then he left.”

“That was it? Did you enjoy it?”

“Well, if it’s a lover there’s a lot more, but this was just a business transaction. I mean it felt nice, after the first sharp cut, but I had to fake coming. You have to do that most of the time. He seemed happy enough. Different when she sold my bum.”

“Did what?”

“Well, you’ve got another hole, Bea, at the back, and for some men that’s a real prize.”

“Really? but ... did it hurt? Was it good?” asked Bea.

“Hurt a bit to start with, but I’d used some grease, and you press back to make it easier. But no, not particularly good. Again, I’d say with a lover it could be, some of the other girls like it. But it’s negotiable, you get a better price. And I can see you’re thinking about it.”

“Well...”

“I brought you a present,” Amanda reached for her bag and took out a long, round, highly polished piece of wood with a blunt point at one end.”

“What on earth is that?” ask Bea.

“It’s called a dildo, it’s an artificial cock,” Amanda told her. “Do you want to try it? If it’s all right it’ll give you something different to do with Fitz.”

Amanda put something slippery on the end of the dildo, and then some on Bea’s nether hole. Bea was still not too sure about this, and as Amanda rested the end there, she licked Bea’s clitoris and gently pushed.

“Oh ... oooh ... that’s different,” Bea groaned slightly and then it didn’t take long under Amanda’s ministrations until she exploded in another orgasm.

“Ooo ... that was different,” Bea was panting, quite out of breath.

“You can use it in your cunnie too.” said Amanda. “You’ve no hymen to break, it must be riding that horse. Remember you need to clean before you use that,” she told Bea. “Now, I must go, business calls.”

Bea watched her dress, and adjust her make up, then she got up and put on a dressing gown. Amanda kissed her and left; she would let herself out.

Bea sat at her make up table.

“You can come out now Winnie,” she said, loud enough for the girl to hear.


The launch of ’Lightning’ had been delayed for several reasons, the chief of which was the engine. It was however now in place, and the launch went ahead without any further hitches. There was a fair amount of work yet to do, and the launch party consisted only of Jake and Hermione, George and Mrs Johnson, and Dennis escorting Angelica. All went off as it should, Hermione smashed a bottle of champagne and named the ship, and to much applause from the shipyard employees ’Lightning’ slid into the water with little fuss. She was towed to another wharf for final fitting out, and the party, together with representatives of the shipyard retired for a celebratory lunch.

The next morning the party left Liverpool by train. Jake and Hermione were stopping in Manchester to visit Herbert and Bessie Graves. Jake wanted to familiarise himself with the proposed Manchester shop, and also to cement the relationship between the two businesses. Dennis and Angelica would carry on to London, stay overnight and then return to Bristol.

Jake and Hermione spent an excellent two days with the Graves. Jake was delighted to meet Evie and Harriet both of whom had blossomed since they had moved to Manchester and married Herbert and Bessie’s sons. There was no doubt that both were very happy in their own very different ways, with Evie ensuring that the company’s design skills kept them abreast of the latest fashion, while Harriet worked on making sure the end product was of the finest quality. Jake agreed that they would direct ’Rigel’ to Shanghai and then Bombay to pick up silks and furnishings and more Indian textiles, brass work and other furnishings.

At the end of the visit Jake and Hermione were going to Wraxall where the entire family had been moved by Susan and Ursula whilst they were in Liverpool and Manchester. Due to the vagaries of the London centric English railway system it was easiest for them to go south to London on the London and Northwestern Railway, and then go north on the Great Northern to Leake. They stayed in London overnight of course, Jake was determined that Hermione would allow her condition to slow her down, if only a little.

Brightman greeted them on their arrival at Wraxall.

“Good afternoon, Sir Jacob, Lady Hermione, welcome, it is good to see you again. And Mademoiselle Myrtle,” Brightman smiled. He wasn’t the kind of butler who took advantage of the maids, but Myrtle had the kind of cheekiness that won everybody’s hearts. “Your usual rooms are ready for you. I’m sure you would like to refresh yourselves. The Duchess is in her sitting room and I will bring tea when you are ready.

As they mounted the wide staircase they could hear faint sounds of laughing and shrieking from somewhere in the upper part of the house.

“I wish,” said Brightman with a smile, “that I had as much energy as the children.”

“Even at my age I sometimes think that,” Jake laughed.

“I’ve never noticed you had a shortage of energy,” said Hermione with a raised eyebrow.

Knowing them as he did, Brightman’s smile was even broader.

A few minutes later they joined the Duchess, and Brightman brought tea.

The thing that the Duchess was anxious to see Jake about was the succession of the title. If Hermione had a boy the Duchess wanted the title to be carried on through him. There would need to be a certain amount of bargaining over this, but she saw no great problem provided Jake would agree.

Jake sat back in thought. “I really need to think about this,” he told the Duchess. “I really need to consider the ramifications. Having one child who outranked us all might be a problem. I’m sure Hermione will want to think about it too. But I will make a decision soon.”

Having finished tea, they proceeded to visit the children who were, as ever, delighted to see them and almost overwhelming in their enthusiasm. Susan had been helping with the children and could best be described as frazzled.

“They are,” she declared, “harder work than taking on half a regiment with a sword.”

Perhaps a slight exaggeration.

“Speaking of which,” she told them, “I have found an old soldier in the village who can help me exercise my sword skills. He’s a rough fighter, rather than a trained swordsman, but it helps. Who knows, I might find someone like him one day,” she laughed. “And Myrtle has been practising her shooting skills. I’ve no idea what she expects”

They all laughed. They had had enough excitement and had no intention of indulging in further adventures.

Hermione and Jake began their discussion of the merits, or otherwise, of the Duchesses request whilst they were taking a bath before dressing for dinner. Both could see pros and cons and there was no consensus by the time they had to get dressed. Well, there was a consensus, and a very enjoyable one, but it had nothing to do with the Duchess’s question.

Dinner was excellent, the company consisting of Hermione’s mother the Duchess, Susan, Ursula Jake and Hermione. At the end of the meal the ladies retired to the drawing room, and Jake decided that he would retire to the library where he could sit in front of the fire and check through some paperwork. Brightman entered a while later, his tray carrying two glasses and a bottle of brandy. Jake put his work down.

“Sit down, Brightman.”

“Thank you, Sir Jacob.”

Brightman poured brandy into two glasses. They both savoured what was a very fine brandy.

“That was an excellent meal, Brightman. Mrs Bridges excelled herself.”

Brightman nodded. “Thank you, Sir Jacob. My replacement, Mr Footman, is arriving tomorrow, Sir. You have read his references.”

“Indeed, they look excellent.”

“He came up with his wife last week to see how he liked the situation, and the Duchess was very taken with him and his wife. She is an excellent cook, Sir, Mrs Bridges checked her out. That brings me to another point. The retirement homes are now ready, and there is one further thing, Sir. Mrs Bridges has agreed to become Mrs Brightman and...”

“Well congratulations, Brightman. I sincerely hope you will both be very happy.” Jake interjected.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“So I’m guessing that Mrs Brightman will be retiring with you,”

“Indeed she will, Sir Jacob,” Brightman smiled.

“And Mrs Footman will be our new cook. Well, that all seems very satisfactory,” said Jake.

“I think so, Sir.”

“Footman seems an odd name for a butler. But be that as it may, the most important thing is that Her Grace is satisfied with the arrangement.”

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