I have given you a perfectly free hand, and you have organized the work--your share of it--as you please.

Nobody else is the least likely to do it in the same way.
When you go, it drops.

And when your share drops, mine drops.
That's what comes of employing a woman of ability, and trusting to her--as I have trusted to you!' Was there ever any attack so grotesque, so unfair?
Elizabeth was for one moment inclined to be angry--and the next, she was conscious of yieldings and compunctions that were extremely embarrassing.
'You rate my help a great deal too high,' she said after a moment.
'It is you yourself who have taught me how to work in your way.

I don't think you will have any real difficulty with another secretary.

You are'-- she ventured a smile--'you are a born teacher.' Never was any compliment less successful.