"If my duties did not begin before ten, there would be no need for that," pointed out Juliet.
He looked at her in surprise. "Of course you'd live with us! You can't want to stay here!"
"But why not?" said Juliet. "They are very kind to me. I am very happy here."
"Oh, nonsense!" said the squire. "You couldn't do that. I believe you're afraid I want to make a slave of you."
"No, I am not afraid of that," said Juliet. "But go on, if you don't mind! What happens after ten o'clock?"
"Well, she opens her letters," said the squire. "Tells you what wants answering and how to answer it. P'raps you read the papers to her for a bit before she gets up, and so on."
"Does that take the whole morning?" asked Juliet.
"No. She's down about twelve. Sometimes she goes for a ride then, if she feels like it. Or she walks about the grounds, or drives out in the dog-cart. She's very keen on horses. Then either she goes out to lunch or someone lunches with us. And after that she's off in the car for a fifty-mile run—or a hundred if the mood takes her. She's never quiet—except when she's in bed. That's what I want you for. I want you to keep her quiet."
"Oh!" said Juliet.
This was shedding a new light upon the matter. She looked at him somewhat dubiously.