If Elizabeth Bennet had the washing of her own petticoats Sarah thought she would be more careful not to trudge through muddy fields. It is wash-day for the housemaids at Longbourn House and Sarah's hands are chapped and bleeding. Domestic life below stairs ruled tenderly and forcefully by Mrs Hill the housekeeper is about to be disturbed by the arrival of a new footman smelling of the sea and bearing secrets. For in Georgian England there is a world the young ladies in the drawing room will never know a world of poverty love and brutal war. (web)