She tilted her head, "Do ye mean about the elder son dyin'?" Her voice was hushed. "Did I get meself into some trouble by workin' for them?" She grimaced. "Aye, the missus is quite fragile," she said, "and very particular about how she wants things. And the daughters... well... The youngest is a kind girl but she is a bit odd, and then the middle daughter... she is... fragile too. And the sons... Most of them..." she grimaced again, then said, "Oh, I shouldn't be speakin' about me employers like that."