Tristan glanced at Douglas. "But you're not my maid, and its different for a man," Tristan reminded him. He was getting more and more irritated, even though he knew it would do little good. Pippa's accusation felt unfair. What was so bad about living with him?! He had offered her a job that she had no skill in, just to keep her off the streets, and he believed that he treated her friendlier and with more patience than most people treated their maid! Had she expected to be invited to the dinner table or something? He drank some of his brandy and grimaced. "You suffered a terrible loss that no one should have to suffer. We just mean that you shouldn't make your suffering greater by getting yourself into more trouble."