Your hands are in my way.

[She has begun to set books into her lap, presumably a make do substitute for shifting them into the piles that Tony is currently safe guarding. Quite cheerfully, near to the point of saccharine:]

I don't know what Mr. Ellis told you, but I suspect he is unused to the company of young ladies and rather give to taking everything more seriously than is necessary. We are naturally prone to fits of pique and a certain degree of irrational silliness, but it inevitably passes and all is right as rain. But perhaps you would like a list of my full daily itinerary for your reassurance. In which case, you may know that at present, I spend every morning except two alongside the Seneschal working on the filing and copying of reports, assisting with requisitions and so on. At ten o clock, I repair to the Research division's work rooms, and in the afternoons I am as you see me now if I am not meeting with either my solicitor or the office of the Viscount to manage the acquisition of and subsequent duties charged against this house, or I am in the company of de Foncé attempting to find the appropriate capital for our work. And now of course there is the matter of seeing that Mr. Fitz is brought up to speed; he cannot be my assistant here if he is unfamiliar with the work. And in the evenings, I return to the Gallows to manage my correspondence to Markham, and to keep the books, so that we may all continue to be here under the nose of the Provost.

So I suppose that presently whatever does not fall within those categories would be something I have little capacity for. I must have my beauty sleep, you understand.