“Will that be all sir?”
Charles sighed, Smythes really had not done anything at all that he had asked, but it had become so difficult since his father’s passing to get Smythe to do anything at all, that he had all but given up.
“Smythes, have you ever dreamt of doing something else?”
“I’m not sure I understand the question sir.”
“You have been at this house, for how many years now, 40?”
“48 sir. I was the first man employed by your late father.”
“Well Smythes, in that time, have you ever dreamt of doing anything else, other than be the butler of this house?”
“The question has never come to mind sir. Will that be all sir?”
Charles put down his newspaper. It was a lovely bright spring morning.
“Smythes I’m going to release you from your service in this house. I would dearly love to provide you with an experience, to say thanks, to you, for your service. It seems however that you don’t desire for anything, so what am I to do?”
“I see sir.”
“Well perhaps travel. Your father never travelled and I would dearly love to see the colonies.
Finally, thought Charles.