Part 4: Obscurity Schism
Jamison was a butler. His father had been a butler to the Farnsworths for his entire adult life, and his father before that. He was the consummate butler, dignified, formal, knowing every detail of his master’s life and sharing none. He knew comings and goings, midnight assignations between the previous Countess and her lovers, had slipped any number of young ladies into (or out of) the manor without their presence being known. He could tell by the very paperstock of calling cards presented to him whether or not the person before him was of Quality.
And when faced with the woven milkweed cards, black ink crisp and clear, Jamison merely raised an eyebrow.
“I shall see if his lordship is in for callers today, madam, if you would care to follow me to the blue room.
