Charity turned to the doorway with a smile when she heard the click of Mrs. Hemlock's heels. She quite admired Mrs. Hemlock, who at this point in her training was a familiar face. But when she heard the edge in the lady's voice, she was apprehensive to say the least.<br/><br/>She hurried down from the ladder so quickly she almost tripped herself, and dipped the lowest of curtseys, her bare bottom almost brushing the polished wood of the floor. "Of course, Mrs. Hemlock. It's a pleasure to be of service." The normally impertinent Charity watched her tongue around the formidable Housekeeper, whom she secretly thought of as "Deadly Hemlock."