Though my husband has deserted me, though my brother and sister have failed me, my appetite has done neither.
Faithful friend! never yet was it known to quit me, and here it is! I decide to have _tea_ in my own boudoir.

Tea is informal, and one need not be waited on at it.

When it comes, I try to dawdle over it as much as possible, to sip my tea with labored slowness, and bite each mouthful with conscientious care.

When I have finished, I think with satisfaction that I cannot have occupied less than half an hour.

Again I consult my watch.