“Good morning! What time does my lord usually have breakfast?”

“Good heavens! Ah... forgive me, Milady, you scared me... I didn't expect to see you here..”  The chef put down the basket of eggs in her hand.

“Usually, at 8 o'clock, when he comes back…”

Eden, who was standing on the threshold of the kitchen, entered the room quickly. 

“Comes back? Comes back from where? Excuse me, can you tell me your name again?”

“Mrs. Cole, Milady, and this is Betham, with the coffee grinder, and Annie, by the pantry.

"Milady... my goodness, there goes my title now."

“Good morning to all.”

There were a few clumsy curtseys and tilts...