"She has been a bit too..." He was trying to find words, but it was his daughter that went on to say, "She has not just been unkind with her gossip. This morning, I awoke to her bringing a meal I could not eat due to the ham and she got angry at me for not simply pushing it to the side, said it was wasteful. She must have forgotten we are Jewish. Papa did not like the way she spoke to him about similar. It would be better for somebody who doesn't... try to force others to break rules."

Her father nodded. "Her treatment of you was enough to fire her but she is not fit to be my daughter's chaperone. I also made it clear to my son back in London that she must not be a gossip. I understand servants talk, but there are just some things my daughter did not need to be subjected to and that is gossip about everyone whilst acting as if her... Excrament smells of flowers and sunshine. We all make mistakes, Doctor Wells. To act as if we don't is very lofty." He offered his arm to hus daughter. "I am sorry to have to cut this visit short but I have a young lady upstairs who deserves to live again and there is much to do for that."

And then they were in the cab that he paid to cart them around town.

Pippa eventually had made her way to him just as the others left. She sighed softly. "I am sorry I caused so much trouble." Her brow puckered. There was much more clarity in her eyes than the last few weeks. She lowered her head toward her chest and looked pretty upset over the conversation as a whole. Hell, she looked older than her young age at the moment, her face drawn with stress.