Class barriers are tumbling at the Bellamys'. Lady Marjorie is hardly dead in the Titanic disaster, and ne'er-do-well Son James is planning to marry his father's typist. Upstairs is distraught; downstairs, aghast. Pale green eyes narrowing in her pretty vixen's mask, head Houseparlormaid Rose Buck voices the general anxiety: "A stranger has been in my linen closet. I don't know if I'm still wanted here."
Rose's fear is enough to strike dread into the Bellamys, who know their patrician comfort depends on a skilled corps of servants. Eaton Place may be home to the...
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