I can hear them arguing, Nurse and Mamselle.
‘I am employed,’ Mamselle is saying, her voice rising and rising in anger, ‘to teach the Family’s children, not some workhouse guttersnipe.’
Nurse is stern. ‘No one said anything about teaching, Mamselle. She just asked about those letters and I said I’d ask you, as a favour, like.’
‘Well, I tell you no – no favours!’
So Mamselle doesn’t know what the letters mean, either.