Tristan nodded. "That's good. I have a contract in the drawing room for you to sign." And he began to lead the way downstairs. Assuming that she followed, he said: "We'll have a month's trial during which you can leave or I can dismiss you any time. After this, I'll start paying you three shillings and six pence per week, and there will be a three week's notice from either side. As you take on more responsibilities, I'll increase your wage, to a maximum of six shillings." He entered the drawing room, picked up the contract and handed it to her. "There's pen and ink on the table there."