"I beg ten thousand pardons," he resumed, again addressing himself to Magdalen.

"The sad truth is, I am a martyr to my own sense of order.

All untidiness, all want of system and regularity, cause me the acutest irritation.

My attention is distracted, my composure is upset; I can't rest till things are set straight again.

Externally speaking, Mrs.Wragge is, to my infinite regret, the crookedest woman I ever met with.