Jenny looked over her shoulder uncomfortably. She cringed when another salvo of dissonant tones resounded through the house. Then she turned back to the gentleman, stepped out and shut the door behind her to soften the din. "Please, ser. T' mistress is not well. T' eggs are in t' kitchen. This way." And she moved ahead to go round the house. Taking a gentleman through the servants entrance was inappropriate, but Mr. Appleton probably wouldn't appreciate her exposing a stranger to his 'domestic bliss'.