That unparalleled mixture of dignity and servility, the British butler, has lived for generations by the code of discretion. With an impassive "Very good, sir," he nonchalantly brushes a golden hair from the lapel of an employer whose brunette wife is impatiently awaiting him. He uses exactly the right tone of gentle authority when informing distraught young ladies that his master is not at home. Family secrets are locked inside his impassive exterior as in a tomb.
Taken Aback. But in London last week a butler was shrilling secrets from the housetops....
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