"Hang on," I thought, as I finished the first chapter of Park Lane. "I've read this before."
And it did seem familiar. Early morning, housemaid creeps upstairs with heavy coal scuttle to light fire in young mistress' bedroom, Y.M. still asleep in silken sheets after heavy night out in London society ...
But I hadn't read it. I'd seen it. Shades of Upstairs Downstairs (with or without the comma), Downton Abbey, and any other number of have-have not television costume dramas.
And so the novel progresses (even the name is a clue). Grace Campbell from Carlisle takes a position with the Masters family at 35 Park Lane, a mansion provided by the foresight of an ancestral railroad baron. Miss Beatrice Masters is the youngest child of Lady Masters and her profligate husband, who never appears in the book, save for the pronouncement of his death.
It is 1914 and the world is gearing up for a war. Britain is gearing up too, for women's suffrage.