<div style="text-align: justify;">At eight, Amelia had already finished her breakfast, said morning prayers with her <span style="font-style: italic">very</span> religiously inclined mother, and was now in her own little study, reading. Or at least trying to. Her mind kept racing back to the therapist. What would he be like? Would he be a nice person, or would he be harsh like father? She was afraid the latter would be more likely, as father had chosen the man. Feeling nervous, the girl pushed the book aside and picked up a journal, scribbling random words. It helped her relax a little, even though she had to hide it very well.<br/><br/>While the girl stressed herself over Noah's arrival, he would watch the door open less than a minute after his knocks.<br/><br/>As it was to be expected, the house was opened by a well dressed butler. The man looked Noah up and down, as though making sure he was the person they expected, and then stepped back to allow him to step inside.<br/><br/>"I believe you are Miss Amelia's new tutor?", the man asked politely. Everyone in the household had been instructed to refer to the man as a tutor at all times, and Noah would have gotten an indication that he was to do the same. It was pretty clear that whoever his new employer happened to be, he didn't want it to be known that someone in the household needed therapy.<br/><br/>The man would wait politely for Noah's answer, as he had been instructed to watch for the man's reaction before leading him to his study. Mr. Wilkinson had no time to lose with unprofessional people, after all.</div>