Miss McMillan stayed where she was, waiting for Mister Ray to decide on what to reply to her pleas. When he finally answered, the girl smiled and nodded. "Thank you, sir. I can assure you I feel much better."<br/><br/>As the tutor agreed to lend her a book, the girl's smile grew a little and she followed Mister Ray, keeping a few steps behind him. Miss McMillan's eyes took in every sight they could lay on, after many days spent inside her sad and boring room, alone.<br/><br/>The girl didn't hesitate even for a second before entering the tutor's room. She stepped in and away from the door, but didn't move too far from it. Her curious gaze took in the details, noticing how neat, yet plain, everything seemed.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">He would hate my room</span></span>, the girl thought to herself, considering the explosion of colors, books out of their places and the occasional dress casually tossed over her dresser when she came home. Not to mention her desk, covered with sheets and sheets of papers, quills and the inkwell usually left open.<br/><br/>After this little moment of self-shame for her lack of organization, the young woman nodded and took the seat offered, thanking the tutor after she was accommodated there. Once seated, she rested her hands on her lap and watched his movements. Her hands only moved when the tutor offered her the book. Miss McMillan held it carefully and took in the title and author before responding.<br/><br/>"Why, because my father did not have any sons, sir", she answered in her matter-of-fact intonation. "Father says I should not concern myself with these matters, for my husband shall attend to all the business matters when he is no longer able to do so himself. But I wish to know just enough to not become a dummy. Is that a very bad thing, Mister Ray?"