Gawain put down the last engineering report that needed his personal confirmation, stretched his neck to relax the slightly stiff cervical vertebra, and then looked around.
The study was very quiet, but he was not alone. Not far from Gawain's large desk, there was a small table placed against the wall where Betty was leaning beside, diligently writing down the words she recently learned to spell.
Spending two hours every night at night school to learn spelling, and then practicing writing during the spare time in the day seemed to have become part of Betty's daily routine. To provide this enthusiastic learner with a more convenient learning space, Gawain specially allowed her to practice writing in his study and arranged a small desk for her here.
This was evidently beyond the treatment a maid should receive, yet no one in this place would question Gawain's decision. As for Betty herself — her mind seemed not complex enough to comprehend the issue of "rules being broken."
