Mistress Belle, how nice to see you. You do, my dear, look rather wearied after your weeks of shackling supervising Cook and the rest of the staff.
Sad that the curate is downcast and cannot perform as expected. Curates are rather fickle and temperamental I fear. Also unnaturally pale and unnecessarily troubled by their consciences.
I suggest we adjourn to the distillery herb-drying shed and take stock, both of our much needed tisanes and possets and tinctures, and of our needs for the Time to Come. For when all our Ladies and Gels have returned safely to IPOAT Hall, we shall need to be strong and calm.
I already see some glimmer of hope for us atop amongst the Undergardeners