At least Miss Tatting's tears seemed to have ceased by the time Ellsworth had brought her the tea. She still looked horribly upset. Like Rose tended to do when she got into one of her hysterical moods. Generally Ellsworth could ignore them in Rose, but young ladies like Miss Tatting reminded him of his own daughter too much to try and not help.

"And how has that been determined?" Ellsworth asked gently taking a sip of his tea as if they were only discussing the weather and nothing more.