"The dining room, if you'd please. Madme Margaret Fellows is expected to be arriving for dinner and a chat with her granddaughter." He began to walk with her, keeping in step with the maid. When a thought entered the butler's mind, he quickly stepped forward, cutting Avelina from moving further. "Be wary of Miss Fellows. She wants nothing more than the money that Lady Marilyn has, and would seem to do whatever it takes to get it." With that, he nodded to her and stepped away, walking back down the corridor to return to Marilyn. 

He only knew so little about Margaret since his arrival, but based on what he knew from Marilyn, she was not a woman to be trusted. Whatever riches and fortunes were left to Marilyn after her parent's death made Margaret envious, surely. She wanted that money for herself, and she didn't seem to care about what would happen to Marilyn. Who knows what she really thought of Marilyn's parents, and if she tried to leech off of them as well, but the past was now behind them. He had to deal with the now. For the most part, the house was ready for arrival, for the most part anyways. The dining room would be tidied up, and the remains of the vase would be taken care of. 

"Lady Marilyn?" He looked to her. Curse his forgetfulness. "Who might be beyond this door?"