"I have not insulted you yet, Dr. Wells," she ground out, "but surely I can. It's quite alright for you to make me feel bad about my own situation, but Lord help it if someone doses you with the same, bitter medicine!" She threw up her hands, "You act as if you have been nothing but kind to me, good sir, when you haven't always been! There are times when you are downright awful! But even still, aside from the mistakes I have made since moving under your roof, which I confessed about, I have done everything you have asked of me! I've scraped and cleaned and ruined my fingers, and I have been loyal to you! It doesn't even matter if you were the one who the letter was written for or not, sir, you could get into trouble for the words on that paper. Would you rather I had left it on the floor for someone else to find? One of your patients, perhaps? Do you think I am the only one who would jump to conclusions?"