The footman pulls up the latch and swings it open.
"Begging your pardon, Chief Steward, are you still seeing scoundrels?"
"What?"
"Apologies. That is, tumblers and the like."
All you hear is a heavy sigh, but apparently the footman gets an affirmative gesture, as he indicates for you to come forward.
"All right, then," he murmurs, clapping you on the shoulder. "Just remember—you're the one who asked to see her."
You blink as he exits and latches the door behind you.
Inside