Mr. Deeds considered himself a rather easy-going fellow. He would have to do things he didn't like, or necessarily approve of, but that came with the nature of what he was—a butler.

What did you think I meant?

Over the course of the time he'd spent with you, he'd grown to like you. Curious, isn't it? For something—someone—like him to have this kind of feeling about a superior? Of course, he was, in all senses, a professional. But you kept catching his eye. Making him smile, just by being around. He didn't want to lose himself. He would never allow himself to love, not as something anomalous.

But what if?

What a silly notion. He would do nothing more beyond being simply...