Where might I go with this text: The year 1850, the town of Hazleton was a well-heeled and prosperous place connected to the overseas shipping and mercantile trades; well laid out with town houses of the latest fashion from the continent. The morning of the Sixth of July started with hazy sunshine but was likely to clear up later for a warm, but pleasant day. 
On the spacious cobblestone streets, horse-drawn buggies and Hansom cabs seen, people out taking the morning air, shop keeps opening, children off to the local Grammar School and others provided the background sounds, sights and smells that were everyday life, that you feel into one of two competing camps over you either found it invigorating or you found it terribly uncivilized.
For, the Reverend Simon Even Smiley of the Roman Catholic Church of St Mildrith fell into the former rather than latter camp.
Apart from looking after spiritual matters, for the people of Hazleton: the Revd. Smiley, served on every local committee and considered himself to be an antiquarian though his views were less the favourably received by the Society for Antique Knowledge and in wider academic circles where considered an enthusiastic amateur, a hack and not to be taken seriously.
Approaching the largest estate in the town Dark Stone Manor, a house built in the Rococo style, the house belonged to the powerful, though declining Sinclair family. The Revd.-Smiley had an appointment that morning to see the eldest daughter, Charlotte.
Approaching the main entrance he reached up with his right hand and pulled the, wrote Ion bell pull. A few moments later nineteen-year-old footman Jasper Grace Mallory opened the door.
'Good morning sir, can I be of help?'  
'Good Morning indeed I am the Revd. Smiley I'm her to see Lady Charlotte I am expected, my Card'
'Yes, the master said to expect you this morning if you'd come with me Sir and wait in the parlour the mistress said she'd be with you presently, wishes to have a word?'
'May I take your hat and coat, sir? The Mistress won't be long.
Slightly preoccupied and a little distracted the Revd. Smiley said 'I'm sorry lost in thought for a moment, did you say something my boy?'
'I inquired Sir Weather I may take your hat and coat?'
Rubbing his head in a bit of a flap the -Revd.-Smiley said 'Oh, Yes... Yes, of course, silly of me here you go'
'Thank you, sir!'
A few moments later lady Clementine Christine Sinclair a forceful woman of some fifty-eight years, dressed in black lace as was her propensity to do entered the room.
She stood monumental in silence for a few moments studying the Revd. Smiley like so many who encountered Lady Clementine, felt ill at ease.
'Ah, Smiley there you are, please sit do?'
The, Revd: Smiley was about to sit when he was stopped dead by Lady Clementine.
'No, No not there the one beside it if you'd be so kind, now come along do affairs, of this house to attend to, and things of that sort!'
'Yes, your ladyship'
'Well, at least you have some civility about you...unlike your predecessor marching about, making demands, you know he had the town in quite the uproar, simply abominable when he wasn’t wanting this, it was that and if that wouldn’t do it was something else on and on it went seemingly without end!'