Making his list and checking it seven times twice
Pryce has systematically been conducting inventory of the linens, china, crystal and silver since he was promoted from First Footman to Butler. He began with the linens, white damask, crisply starched, followed by the china (12 patterns), moved on to the crystal (Waterford, naturally) and today at last finally sits down with the silver. The strains of Mozart's Symphony #40 drift through the air thanks to the record player perched atop the upper cabinets. He's made the count, separated serving and eating utensils, lined them up by length (longest first) on the old farmer's table in the kitchens, has a goodly supply of silver polish and soft clean rags at hand and finally has donned white cotton gloves to begin his work in earnest.
No fires to put out. No last-minute surprises. No one to bother him, just the butler and his routines.
[Tag for Gideon, please?]
No fires to put out. No last-minute surprises. No one to bother him, just the butler and his routines.
[Tag for Gideon, please?]