She is a little too forward, it's true, but she doesn't mean any offense. She was given this job of governess as a favor to her family, not because she was well-practiced or well-qualified. Her only qualification is being raised in a family of comparable wealth and expectation. It leads her to behave as she has always done.

"Perhaps you're right," she sighs, looking around at the house. She hides her disdain, carefully, but she is thinking about how these places disgust her. These great big houses with their all their dark corners and lonely closets where kindlings of emotion gather and build into burning monstrosities.

Mary brushes a stray lock of hair off of her forehead, considering his offer of a quiet room.

"I would like that, very much. I wouldn't want any of the masters' work to be damaged."