You keep her head bowed as you approach my desk, though even then I could see your eyes darting across the room taking in the surroundings.

‘Look up, stand straight.’ I instruct.

You look a little unkempt, forgiveable given the harsh times.

‘Fitzpatrick tell’s me you are Irish, that can’t be helped I suppose.’

You shook your head slightly at my slur and stand a little straighter.

‘Good,’ I acknowledge. ‘You show spirit. Can you read and write, girl? I have had more than enough idiots and liars to last a lifetime. Don’t pretend you are something you are not and we’ll get by.’

‘Never lie, never steal. If you feel you are being mistreated below stairs, report to me. I do not tolerate lewdness between the staff. Don’t blush, girl. The chance of any girl in your circumstance being a virgin is beyond remote. Congress between members of the household leads to strife, discontent and the neglecting of duties.’

I study you for a few moments, you have the temerity to look straight back at me. Not afraid, this one, I muse.

‘Turn around, slowly mind… and back to face me.
‘Show me your hands… come-on, girl, I don’t have all day.
‘You’ll do. Mrs Trelawny will show you to your room. Take a bath, you stink from walking miles in the same unwashed clothes. Dress and present yourself here at four in the afternoon. Off you go.’

I watch you walk across the room.
‘What’s your name, girl?’ I ask as you reach for the door knob.

Hi,
Are you going to play yourself, I like the description.
I'm up for something pretty harsh -
Suggestion: you are surprised to find your room is on the same floor as the Duke's. It is obviously a young ladies room and not servant quarters.
Look forward to hearing from you.
W