How else were they to keep those vazey working class fools in their place?

"Find out about him," Zechariah suddenly ordered. "Of your own accord ... but now. Any doctor's bill regarding this is to be sent to us."

'Us' currently being Zechariah, his unwelcome sister, and the maid stuck in a now severely rather than just brazenly understaffed household.

And if she started to follow his orders, he added as an afterthought:

"If the wound is bad, a new carpenter will be necessary."