“Come here, girl,” she said.
I walked over to her.
“Curtsey again,” she snapped. “You should curtsey every time you come to your mistress and each time you leave.”
I curtseyed again.
“That is pitiful,” she said. “We need to work on that. Bring me a glass of wine.”
I curtseyed. Went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and returned to the living room. I curtseyed again.
“Go back and put it on a tray,” she said.
I curtseyed. Went back to the kitchen, dug out a tray and returned to where she was sitting. I curtseyed and held out the tray. She took the wine and went back to reading. I stood there.
“When you have no further duties, you are to stand with your nose in that corner,” she said pointing to a corner of the room, “with your hands behind hour head until summoned.”
I looked
