Violet was bored to pieces waiting for this man to start talking. She was just about to twiddle her thumbs when she looked up at the subtle clearing of a throat.
“Yes, Jeffies, what is it?” Laurence said, not even looking at his butler.
“Shall I serve dinner, Sir?”
“Not until Rance and his friends are back from their tour. They should be done soon. House isn’t that big,” he muttered irritably.
“Perhaps not, but I heard them heading down to the bowling alley and…”
“Bowling alley?” Violet shrieked.
“Yes, Madam,” Jeffries replied, hiding a small smile.