<div style="text-align: justify;">The butler knew what was actually going on in the house. It was hard not to know that something was wrong with Miss Amelia, unless you had never spent a minute around the girl. Jane, of all people, knew Miss Amelia's problems in great detail. But if Mr. Wilkinson wanted him to pretend the therapist was a tutor, he would do so. He who has the money, calls the shots, after all. And George liked his job as a butler to the Wilkinson family, and would like to keep it. He was paid well, he was treated well, and had the respect of the rest of those who worked at the household. He liked Miss Amelia, and, of course, the fact that his wife and eldest soon worked in the house as well meant it was in his best interested to remain in the house.<br/><br/>Shaking Noah's hand, the man nodded. "It is nice meeting you, Doctor", the man murmured politely.<br/><br/>Once the handshake was over, the butler closed the door. He nodded again at the therapist's question. "Yes, sir, he would like to know about your <span style="font-style: italic">lesson</span> plan, and what the family can do to help with Miss Amelia's studies", the butler explained.<br/><br/>Before he led the man to Mr. Wilkinson's study, though, the man held out his gloved hand. "Would you mind handing me your car keys, so your car may be parked in one of our garages?", the butler requested, waiting patiently for Noah to make up his mind.</div>