Nothing of the sort. Mr. Stark is a colleague; I assist him with his work, and he does the same for me. And Mr. Ellis has asked for no wage.

[The kitchens, when she eventually drives him in the correct direction, are clearly the most used portion of the house. They are downright respectable - clean and tidy and aired out in thanks to the large door leading into what must be the house's narrow garden. A narrow wooden stairwell leads into a sunken space which must have once been the root cellar, and now is populated by a table overflowing with paper and a black scorch mark at the center of the floor rather than turnips.]