Like most of the household, Robert knew of Thomas’ preferences. Thomas’ reputation for trying it on with the men he was serving, and even his fellow Footmen, was widely known and Robert had even heard rumours about Thomas and the Duke of Crowborough. He didn’t mind, he was an Old Etonian, after all, he knew the sort of things that happened between men; the thing that bothered him was that, for Thomas’ tastes, he had never once shown the slightest bit of interest in him. Was he really so past it?
“Will that be all, Sir?”
“Yes. Thank you, Barrow.”