[left [pic https://imgur.com/LvKOZLA.jpg]] When Theodore awoke; he barely got any sleep the night before, and was feeling slightly nervous.
Despite this, he got up, then sat up.
After he had sat up, he had found that it was still dark.
He drew the curtain next to him, seeing that it was all quiet. Save for the taxi people wandering by.
When the curtain was drawn open, he decided to put on a pair of slipper's and go downstair's, as it wasn't two yet
When he had arrived downstair's, he decided to look around, he saw the living room left from the hallway, which was a typical Victorian living room. He then walked onwards into the kitchen. Seeing a servant nearby.
He squinted, "Charlotte?"
There was a clutter, "Oh! Sorry sir. I didn't mean to wake you." She then bent down to pick up the broken plates.
"You didn't wake me. I was just nervous on my first day."
She knew what he meant by [i his first day] "Oh, I see sir,"
""Anyway, can you turn on the lights later?"
"Of course sir." She said. Then went to find a match.
In the meantime, Theodore decided to go upstair's and get changed. When he was changed, he decided to get the early carriage to the house. As an early carriage was better than a late one.
The journey was long and slow, but he decided to catch up on several hours of sleep.
When he arrived, he got out of the carriage then looked up at the house. It was huge.
Anyway, he took his time walking up to the house Then he knocked on the door.
When he knocked on the door, he introduced himself, then they let him inside.
Several minutes later, he found himself standing inside the office.
"Reignald Hackett?" He asked, as he wasn't sure if this was the right place.
[size14 [font "Times" Anna shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes cast out through the lacy curtains to the street as a carriage rumbled by, listening as the clop of horse hooves disappeared behind it. Her fingers were curled against her lips, humming behind them once in thought, in dissent. She heard her father shift in his chair behind her, the leather creaking pleasantly.
"[+brown Are you [i certain] you want to hire a clergyman?]" she asked, turning around, her skirts closing in around her ankles with the movement for a moment before settling.
"[+red He is not of the cloth like you think,]" Reginald Hackett said, flexing the newspaper open in front of himself with a fond smile aimed at his daughter. In his advancing age, he had softened about the middle as a man of mostly leisure tended to, but still retained the same angular face, though more like softening wax about his jowl area underneath the moustache and beard. He was a ginger fellow, though turning more and more peachy blond as it lightened.
"[+red Frankly, I think you'll like him,]" he added with a smile. "[+red He's earnest. But be gentle with him.]"
Anna took to tapping her foot somewhat impatiently now, humming again as she shifted and paced into the other parlor for a moment. "[+brown I don't want to hire a city man,]" she responded, frowning. "[+brown Why can't we get someone from the village? Someone who will be useful, not stuck crossing himself for everything he sees, and getting killed.]"
Reginald coughed out a surprised laugh, "[+red Anna,]" he admonished, "[+red don't be so harsh. You haven't met the man, I found him charming, in a simple way. He'll suit us fine, I believe. Responsible, hardworking, and he's willing to leave the city with us. Perhaps he'll take a shine to adventuring when he has his time to.]"
"[+maroon When are you expecting him?]" came the voice of another young man across the room. Reginald's eldest son, and Anna's fraternal twin Matthew, wearing the same dusty brown suit that Anna was.
"[+red I suppose he will show up within the hour,]" Reginald responded, checking his watch. "[+red I invited him at two.]"