"Welcome, Sir Jacob," Matthew greeted, taking Jacob's coat. "Sir William." He bowed slightly. "Get the key to the music room," Jacob said, already heading down the corridor. Matthew stood still. "You mean the music room, sir." "Has old age impaired your—" Jacob didn't bother finishing it, already walking. "No, sir." Matthew hurried off. William lingered near the doorway. Why did Matthew react like that? It was the first time he had heard Jacob speak to Matthew in that clipped, cutting tone. Guess he doesn't discriminate with who gets it. "Why are you still standing?" "Coming." William followed Jacob to the farthest room in the corridor. It struck him that he had never explored this mansion at all. He had only been in their room, the kitchen, the dining room, the backyard. Nowhere else. He didn't want to cross boundaries, didn't want to stumble into something that would end with him in trouble. Matthew rushed forward, fumbling the key against the lock twice before i
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