The majordomo standing at the door outside heaved a long suffering sigh at the sounds of footsteps approaching the door at undignified speeds.  He opened it--not quite fast enough--and the door slammed into his cheek bone as a man pale with fear, blood running cold, tried to pretend he wasn't running from the manse.<br/><br/>Carefully, the majordomo peered around the corner, looking to see if the young mistress had left him any blood to clean up.