He went, and I was rejoiced to improve the opportunity, for it occurred precisely as I was devising some method to get myself so fairly committed to soap and brushes, that objection or interdict would be too late.
Never did I pack his carpet-bag with more secret satisfaction than on that morning.

He was entirely unsuspicious of my intention--though he might have divined it but for having a secret of his own, for Kitty's water-heating operations spoiled the breakfast.

There was more than a taste of "overdone" to the steak, and the whole affair, even to me, was intolerable--me, who had the pleasures of house-cleaning in perspective to console me.

The door was scarce shut behind him, when I entered into the business _con amore_.

It was resolved to begin at the very attic and sweep, scrub, and wash down.