The Keeper has arranged her small office in a Spartan style. A desk..a filing cabinet..a print of John Waterhouse's 'The Lady of Shalot' upon a wall. A telephone and cheap laptop.
There is a bookshelf against one wall, standing from floor to half the height of the wall. Only a dozen of so books are arranged on its shelves and look, to judge by the spines at first glance, to be works of non fiction. A hat stand is close by the door and is put to use by holding two raincoats with space for more. The desk is piled high with notepads, typical of the sort used by college students for taking lecture notes. they all seem well used and many strips of paper are marking pages on interest.
There is a sofa against another wall and several sturdy, if equally Spartan, chairs near the desk. Martha hobbles to the door and lets Cassandra in.
"Please, ma'am, do go in and make yourself comfortable..." Martha hobbles in, trying hard to do so elegantly...and seems to wait for Lady Cassandra to begin...watching her and her shoes closely in patient readiness, leaning on her cane as she stands near her desk.