The last lodger's doings! She spoilt my tablecloth, and put the inkstand over it to hide the place.

Beast! there's her character in one word.

You didn't hear me knock at the bedroom door?
I am so glad to see her sleeping nicely, poor dear! Her chicken broth is ready when she wakes.

I'm late to-day in making my inquiries after our young lady.

You see we have been hard at work upstairs, getting the bedroom ready for a new lodger.