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The new footman was a striking-looking chap. Ramrod straight he stood, sleek jet black hair separated by an immaculate parting, cheekbones to cut glass. He seemed very young – not much older than seventeen, surely – and Lord Grantham caught his two eldest girls, who were seldom in agreement over anything, exchanging an appreciative glance.
Quite a treat for the ladies, he remembered thinking then, somewhat naively.
“Carson will help you settle in,” he told the lad. “I’m sure you’ll get into the swing of things in no time.”
“I look forward to doing so, milord. Thank you.”
“Welcome to Downton, Thomas.”