"Good boy." Hurst replied, wiping his hands on a napkin, and getting to his feet. "As soon as your done with breakfast Charles." He said, and nodded to the rest of the family, before heading towards his study.
He settled down in the book-lined room, and pulled a slim accounts book from one of the draws. It was new, after all, he'd had it made especially, and the first page was already filled in with his own careful hand, detailing what necessities kept the house going week by week; the servant's pay, the cost of heating, candles, food, fuel, and the rest. Of course, it was only something to get the boy started, but it was something, at least. It was, after all, time for Charles to learn how to budget.