“I asked whether you didn’t resent the fact that you were treated as a servant rather than as a member of the household.”
“It never entered my head that I was being treated as a servant,” said Miss Page gently.
“It never entered your head?”
“Not for a moment.”
“You were perfectly satisfied with your situation in every way?”
“Oh, perfectly.”
“No cause for complaint whatever?”
“None whatever.”
“Miss Page, is this your writing? Don’t trouble to read it—simply tell me whether it is your writing.”
Miss Page bent docilely over the square of pale blue paper. “It looks like my writing.”