" As Lewis passed behind her, he patted her bottom. Margaret’s face flushed hot. She craned to look over her other shoulder. Lewis sauntered on. At his door, he turned, winked at her, and then let himself into his room without a flicker of embarrassment. What insolence! She reminded herself that he didn’t know who she was. But was patting a maid’s bottom any better? "

― Julie Klassen , The Maid of Fairbourne Hall