"About your own size, sir, though, I daresay, she's a bit older."
"Where does she live?"
"With me, sir, when she isn't at school. She's an orphan."
"Oh, like us. Where is she now?"
"Here, in Oxford."
"What's her name?"
"Jane-Anne, sir; but if I may say so, I don't think the kitchen's the proper place for a young gentleman like you."
"When shall I see Jane-Anne?"
"I don't suppose as you'll see her at all, sir, your paths in life being, so to speak, different."
Edmund sighed. "I wish you were a more telling sort of person, Mrs. Dew," he said sadly. "If you like to ask me any questions, you'll soon see what a lot I'd tell you."