[id: long shot through the doorway from just inside the room janet and sylvia currently occupy, as lady cara walks away, toward the lit fireplace at the other end of the hall. another pair of speech bubbles with their tails extending past the bottom frame continue the dialogue. “we’ll just say that you, my faithful maidservant, only told sir john that you were me as a pretense. you know, just in case he meant to do violence to me.” “don’t you think he’ll find that just a little bit insulting, sylvia?” /end id]
