my death; but that it did
not matter, and perhaps the sooner it was all over the better. There
were circumstances under which life was hardly worth living, and when
one's express injunctions were continually disregarded, one began to
despair.

Eliza spoke quite snappishly, and said that my linen was always
properly aired, and that I was too fussy.

I replied, without losing my temper, that there was airing and airing.
Even now I cannot think that Eliza was either just or accurate.

* * * * *

At breakfast-time one or two other little circumstances occurred to put
me out. A teacup which is filled so full that it overflows into the
saucer is a perfect thorn in the flesh to me. So is bacon which is
burnt to a cinder. I hardly did more than mention it, but Eliza seemed
put out; she said I did nothing but find fault, and as for the bacon, I
had better go into the kitchen and find fault with the girl, for it was
the girl who had cooked it.

"On the contrary," I said, "in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred when
a servant does wrong it is her mistress who deserves the censure."

"Go it!" said Eliza, an expression which I do not think to be quite
ladylike. "And if a hansom-cab runs over you in Oxford Street, you go
and get the damages out of the Shah of Persia. That's the line to
take."

This answer exasperated me by its silliness, and I had quite made up my
mind not to say another word of any kind during breakfast. Indeed, but
for the fact that I had not quite finished my bacon and that I hate
waste, I should have got up and walked out of the room there and then.

A little later I happened to look up, and it struck me from Eliza's
face that she might be going to cry. I therefore made a point of saying
that the butter was better than we had been having lately, and that it
looked like being a fine day after all. Anything like weakness is
repellent to me, but still, when one sees that one's words have gone
home, one is justified in not pressing the matter further.

Still, I am prepared to own that I started for the city in but low
spirits, and with no inclination to join in the frivolous conversation
that was going on in the railway carriage. On arriving at the office I
was surprised to find that Figgis, our head clerk, was not there. He
gave me the tonic port, and was inclined to be dictatorial, but I must
confess that he was always a most punctual man. I was very much
surprised