Where's George?
"Must you do this, Edgar? He's such a good boy, always helping out around the house. And clever too."
"Yes, too clever. It's about time he moved on to better things. He doesn't belong here."
"Perhaps you should wait another week for Master Maurice to give him a proper send-off."
"What's the point in that? He's fourteen years old now, too old to be playing in the woodstacks with garden boys. Best let George go now, before Master Maurice becomes too attached."
"He only has his sisters to play with here. Why begrudge him the one boy his own age?"
"Mrs Hall has been a bit soft-hearted on the young master since his father passed, but you know it's undignified for a gentleman to consort with the help. How is Master Maurice to manage the house if he doesn't have the heart to manage the servants?"
"I know, but--"
"Really Agatha, what has gotten into you? We both know that he couldn't stay forever. George will take this opportunity to better himself and Master Maurice will soon forget all about him."
"Yes... yes, you're right."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."