A bit of bustling and fussing later, Babs pushes the trolley out the door ("Goodness, when did it get so heavy?") and down the hall to a spacious dining room at which Kit is seated, along with a dark-haired, square-jawed man in his early thirties.

"Breakfast is served, Master."

"Ah, yes, thank you, Mabel, that will be all," says the man. "We can serve ourselves today."

"How generous of you," Kit mutters quietly to herself.