Ah, the discomfort of realizing how small your world is, that's something he remembers.

"She did her job then. I imagine they persecute governesses who teach their charges to run away."

He takes another bite of bread, hazy memories hugging the back of his thoughts. "It was a lot, when I first left. It was frustrating being wrong all the time. If I seem amused, it's as much at myself as it is you." By his calculations, that had to be what was bothering her.