Jeannette listens carefully, but doesn't seem disturbed by these grave tidings. Her own smile, as the maid finishes up, is gentle.

"You are kind yourself, for worrying about someone like me."

She leans in, excited to share a special secret.

"Yet I have met an angel, and she was just so. That is why I expected what I did."

Beaming. She's beaming. "So please don't fret!"