I jumped. Hesitatingly, I placed my hand in his and stepped out of the carriage. Another man appeared to take my trunk. I followed them up the front walk where they opened both doors and ushered me inside.
I blinked. The foyer was huge. It was made from dark wood, mahogany I guessed it to be, Father had taught me to identify tree wood well enough. The black mouth of an empty fireplace gaped at me from the left wall. Up above it a dozen weapons were mounted to the wall. On the opposite wall a few swords decorated the wall and a large oil painting hung between them. Above the two doorways dangled the national flag.
"This way, miss," the butler said and I followed him all the way down the hall, taking a right turn at the end of it and down a flight of stairs. We entered into the main hustle and bustle of Fernfield Hall's life.
The butler called over the housekeeper, a Mrs. Maddock, and introduced me as the new housemaid. She quickly put me to work, telling me to follow "Jenny" as she was going to dust the drawing room.
"Jenny's" head popped up at the sound of her name. She was a small, young girl, her face pre-maturely aged with cares from serving. Being a housemaid had taken its toll on her already. Her hands were chapped and calloused, I noticed, as she handed me a dust rag. I blindly followed her up to first floor and we entered the drawing room.
