Kate has been avoiding Miss Fisher. She'd caught wind of her accent, and for all the sudden, almost unbearable wave of homesickness, she'd promptly taken herself off to be busy elsewhere. Which is an easy thing to do for her. There's always something else that needs doing. Cleaning. Cooking. Scrubbing floors, either at the Inn or at her own little home. The chickens and rabbits to tend to. Preservation and farming and oh goodness, it hadn't been hard at all.

Australian means home. Australian means that Miss Fisher might, if she's anywhere close to Kate in time, know who she is. Or heard the rumours. Even an upper-class lady like this one. And Ned's name had been on the list...

At least now she can introduce herself as Mrs Sorellin rather than Miss Kelly. It's not a betrayal, it's just common sense.

"Now, miss, why'd our generous captors do anythin' so clear as give us instruction?" she comments, all wry tartness. "Though it seems some of the others have got an idea 'bout what it all means."