I didn't engage for any thing but chamber-work." And so saying she left me to my own reflections.

I must own to feeling exceedingly angry, and rose to ring the bell for Netty to return, in order to tell her that she could go to washing or leave the house, as best suited her fancy.

But the sudden recollection of a somewhat similar collision with a former chambermaid, in which I was worsted, and compelled to do my own chamber-work for a week, caused me to hesitate, and, finally, to sit down and indulge in a hearty fit of crying.
When my husband came home at dinnertime, things did not seem very pleasant for him, I must own.

I had on a long, a very long face--much longer than it was when he went away in the morning.
"Still in trouble, I see, Jane," said he.

"I wish you would try and take things a little more cheerfully.