Thomas blows smoke from his cigarette, discreetly checking out how gorgeous you look in that dress, bending over to pour tea.

He barely pays attention to the conversation Polly and Lizzie are having on the couch. That is, until you leave the room and they are both looking at him angrily.

"The maid, Thomas? Really?" Lizzie asked. She knew he was lust-driven, but having an affair in the home was out of her imagination.

Polly scoffs at his lack of care. "Knocked the poor thing up, too."