London. In the old house.

"Bang!" A crisp noise came from a room in a corner of the house. Several passing servants stopped in horror, looked at each other, and whispered,

"The second young master lost his temper again?"

"Yes, I don't know how many things have been smashed from yesterday to today."

"The second young master's original character was so cheerful that he woke up this time like a changed man. He lost his temper easily. Well, you say, would he hurt his brain?"

"No, I heard it's because of the girl who took care of the second young master..."

"Gee, I said before, that girl has a different...