I can't digest cheese.

Besides, I employ myself as much as I can." He took his little golden vase from the table behind him, and told me what I had already heard him tell Lucilla while I was listening at the window.

"You would have found me at work this morning," he went on, "if the stupid people who send me my metal plates had not made a mistake.

The alloy, in the gold and silver both, is all wrong this time.

I must return the plates to be melted again before I can do anything with them.