You step in, and you very much get the impression that if you step out of line even a little bit the hammer comes down. That's the kind of place Mallet is now, so that's appropriate, I guess. But still sad, because that's everything that Mallet was created to NOT be.
I might go back every once in a while, tho. I think I'd fit in pretty well, seeing as how it didn't take long to notice the undercurrent of dislike. There were a bunch of people in the drawing room when I walked in, and as the night wore on and they factioned off into their little cliques it became pretty obvious that most of them didn't like each other, and that there were yet more cliques in the building that none of them liked, either. Yet they still talk to each other and put on the civil faces. Learning the patterns of the two-facedness would provide a pretty good bit of amusement, if I ever get that bored next year.