Andrews regained his composure with a rapidity of which only English butlers seem capable. He schooled his features into their customary imperturbable coolness and strode into the room. “Good afternoon, Your Grace,” he nodded to the duke, “Your Ladyship.” Jessica was startled to be addressed so naturally by the title she had not yet reclaimed.
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Oh, you've got to love those English Butlers.
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