[That's not what she was asking, Mr. Fitz says the faintly labored look she shoots in his direction, but it is late and if he doesn't care to be specific she will hardly fight his tooth and nail for it. Not in this hour anyway.]

I lived with my parents in their country house until my selection in the national lottery. I had been almost a year in the capitol studying under the care of a Master before stumbling my way in this direction.

[At last she begins to transfer her worked out values into a ledger and across a series of matching documents.]

Was it your work only, or does you wife have an occupation as well?