"Ye mean at t' wash stand?" The maid's local accent drew Ruth back into her own. She followed Tilly into the bathroom and looked at the tub mesmerized when the maid pulled the curtain away. It had taps as well. No carrying buckets of water for the servants. It was the stuff of dreams. Scented soap too? She'd fuck any man for this life of luxury. "No, I'll have a bath. I won't need a fire lit... Unless ye're cold?"