"I am Pearl Carrington, yes, Mister Scott. I've come to talk to you about your work... the very article I previously mentioned. You see, you've painted a very different picture of my plight than the picture I remember... And until now, you hadn't met me to ask how the story actually went." She gave pause for effect. "How did you come up with this version..? Gossip?" She did not walk in, not without his consent anyhow.

Tilly was glaring at Mister Scott, crossing her arms over her ample bosoms. The older woman had read the article as well and was none too pleased. That much was very clear.