"And after some wincing from Benedict and some prodding from Sophie, we discover that his tussle with Cavender left him a bit more injured than he is willing to let on. When they discover that the doors to "My Cottage" are firmly locked, Sophie is absolutely bewildered that not only does Benedict not have keys to his own home, but he doesn't even know where a spare set could be."
"For her part, Sophie is simply too practical to tolerate much of his quibbling. He tries to dissuade her from lighting the fire, but his lack of fire-making skills ("Wood, meet flame.") only serves to prove her point that she is simply the only one among them with this kind of knowledge. Can we ring the Labor and Class Alarm right now, please?"
A surprise storm strands Sophie and Benedict far from London, forcing them to spend the night in Benedict's ostentatious "cottage." Sophie predicts the rain using constellations while Benedict is surprised and tries to conceal injuries from a tussle with Cavender. The cottage doors are locked and Benedict lacks keys or knowledge of spares, so Sophie climbs through a window, lights a candle, and opens the door. Sophie demonstrates domestic skills—lighting fires and taking initiative—that both baffle and charm Benedict. The events underscore class and labor differences as Sophie acts independently and practically while Benedict fumbles with social conventions.
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