Moving in

"I'll end up in your kitchen eventually," you said.
"No you won't, darling," said I.

"And incidentally, I saw you take the silverware. All my fine cutlery and I know you were handing it out to the other maids.

"You see, I know all this and don't think for a second that I didn't see through your concern last night, when you asked me if I wished the door shut. There was no draught.

"Darling, that blue jar you left me with will not make up for my missing wares.

"So next time I see you, sweet one, I hope you would have rid yourself of all of my silver, because if you haven't, I will stab you with it."