Lenora awoke with a start at the sound of the ringing bell, making her to fall out of the tiny bed with a large thud. "Ow," she groaned sleepily. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, swearing that she had most likely broken something with the fall. "What in blazes could this cherry want at the wee hours of the bloody morning?" she cursed, throwing etiquette straight out the window.

She examined the room for a clock, but found none. "Of course, the last maid probably threw it at her head," she said, rubbing her bum where it had hit the hardwood floor. She walked slowly over to the mirror to fix her maid's bonnet and smooth her skirt. She really wanted to make her new mistress wait a bit, so that she could change into her night gown and make her feel terrible for waking her, but Lenora was anxious to see what the Dickens she wanted. 

She wiped a bit of spit that had crept onto her cheek as she slept. "Oh, that's very attractive." She didn't even know why she cared, she thought as she rubbed her eyes with clenched fists. She scurried quickly to the door and hurried down the stairs, careful that her heeled boots didn't make too much noise on the already loudly creaking stairs. She rapped on the door once and opened the door to her mistress's bedroom, curtsying as she walked in. "At your service, milady," she said, but what she was really thinking would surely send her packing.