It is about halfway through the third hour of the fifteenth day of Lucette's attempt to reorganize her grandfather's library. The project is moving at an acceptable pace overall, though she's starting to question the wisdom of having scheduled the whole thing down to the hour during day three (hour four).
And then Lucette can go underneath the mattress and kick at it till she's too tired to continue.
Lucette is a bit unsteady when she gets out from under the bed.
"Well, the last one we can try here is music, then. There's a sitting room with a piano I practice on, we can try, and I suppose I can attempt to sing as well, should that prove necessary."
"Yes, just tired - I don't typically have much cause for kicking people from underneath my bed."
"Would you miss playing it much, should we figure out the range so I can just go out of it when you want to practice? Or anyone else who plays."
"I will not particularly miss it, and no one else here plays. On the rare occasions when my grandfather hosts events with live music, we may want to relocate to the guest house, I suppose? Judging by my notes on the incident in the carriage, I believe that will be more than far enough."
"... I'm aware that this is probably unnecessary given the target of our prior activity, but I'm sorry for hurting you."