Tilly was lying, Rose was certain. All servants to their employers lied about how they loved their work. Nobody loved sewing. She sat down on the bed, dress still open at the back, a little overwhelmed by the proposal, and considering it. "I don't want to ruin your dress..." she began weakly. She could not quite find an explanation for why she was reluctant to accept the offer. But then her father's words of warning came to her mind. "I'm sorry, Pearl, I shouldn't have asked in the first place. I meant to borrow a dress, but certainly not to have to spoilt for you."