She was worrying about George as usual.
He grunted and passed on.
"There's no light on the landing, either," he said, over the banisters. "I wish you'd see to those servants of yours."
"As it happens there aren't any servants."
Her tone, getting more peculiar with each phrase, stopped him again.
"Aren't any servants? What d'you mean?"
"Well, I found the attic full of beer bottles, so I sent her off on the spot."
"Sent who off?"
"Eliza."
"And where's Ada?"