She has nine people under her and a budget and an actual office off the back hall, and last spring she hired a household coordinator away from a family in Lake Forest by offering better terms, which she negotiated herself and then presented to Chadworth as a completed transaction.

Her brother finished his degree and worked in the guest cottage for eleven months while he looked for a position, and now designs bridges in Ohio and calls on Sundays.

She has used clause nine — the fifteen minutes — four times in a year and a half.

Twice about staff.

Once about a contractor.

Once about Chadworth himself, in March, when he had drifted back into taking calls at dinner, and she stood in the doorway of the sunroom with her hands folded and said, “Sir, I’d like my fifteen minutes,” and he put the phone face down and gave it to her.

They are not in love.