[It is so beyond what she is expecting - for gods' sake, what on earth for? - that Wysteria has no ready response outside of a baffled honk.
After all, the room beyond the door is just a dark and dingy library, the books all removed from their grimy shelves and piled about the floor in the process of being sensibly reordered. The sum of the work is being overseen by the darkened portrait of a dour faced, thin lipped man in a somber black tunic, the brush strokes of which impart a somehow disapproving air. There is certainly no real life servant, or clever mechanism waiting there. There are however the remnants of a smashed bird figurine, one of a small collection left on one of the higher shelves as Wysteria has yet to bribe Ellis with his superior height to clear them down on her behalf. The bits of porcelain swan are quite pale against the dark floor.
From behind him:]
Are you quite finished trampling about, or would you like to review the upstairs rooms as well?
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After all, the room beyond the door is just a dark and dingy library, the books all removed from their grimy shelves and piled about the floor in the process of being sensibly reordered. The sum of the work is being overseen by the darkened portrait of a dour faced, thin lipped man in a somber black tunic, the brush strokes of which impart a somehow disapproving air. There is certainly no real life servant, or clever mechanism waiting there. There are however the remnants of a smashed bird figurine, one of a small collection left on one of the higher shelves as Wysteria has yet to bribe Ellis with his superior height to clear them down on her behalf. The bits of porcelain swan are quite pale against the dark floor.
From behind him:]
Are you quite finished trampling about, or would you like to review the upstairs rooms as well?