Mr. Roberts, the butler, opened the door and looked at the young woman on the porch.   He had been about to greet her when he heard her accent.  His proper expression spread to a smile.  His own accent a strong Scottish deep voice could be heard to hear a smile within it.  He worked to make his accent be less shown, but he allowed more of it to show after hearing someone of their own similar heritage. 

"Well come to the Douglas house, lass.  We have a great need for both here."  He didn't speak out of the Earl's title, as he knew himself preferred not to make it a big deal here when he was there to paint.  "Please come down to the kitchen for a cuppa and a biscuit as we get an interview."  He indicated down the central hall that would go past doors on either side of it.  The kitchen was past the stairs along the side of the hall.

"I will let himself know you are here to interview once I do a few previewing questions."  He explained waiting for her to go forward to close the door behind her.