The maid gave a shy smile and nodded, "Beggin yer pardon, miss, but would ye like fer me to dress yer hair? Mister Carrington has assigned me as yer maid while ye are here. I could have prepared a bath too if ye liked." To be honest, Matilda felt uncomfortable about this whole situation, though it wasn't because she disapproved of the way he was conducting himself, it was that she had somehow become a target as one of many just like this woman who now admired her reflection as she took in the way the gown looked on her. Thank goodness he averted his attention. She really was lovely, "The brown brings out the notes of brown in ye're eyes, Miss," she complimented honestly, "And it works well with yer hair." The fact that Tilly was no longer Pearl's maid is what upset her, for she had been so protective of the girl and softened as much as she could have when charged with the young miss. "Me name is Matilda, but I like ta be called Tilly, iffin ye pleased?" The young woman was a friendly sort, though shy as well.