Catherine felt sorry for the girl and wished she could do something to help her - genuinely help her, not just dress her up like a doll and teach her pretty ways, as she had already meant to do. But the embarrassment lingered as well. She did not normally speak so personally even with guests who did not have to be smuggled up by the back stairs. "Milk?" She asked, in an attempt to restore some formality and lightness to the conversation. But she could hardly suppress her own curiosity. "Do you intent to keep working as a shop assistant and maid for long?"