For the first time in his life he felt sympathy for a servant, when the much-enduring man appeared once more.
"Bring my work back; I have changed my mind." With that brief explanation she reclined luxuriously on the soft sofa-cushions, swinging one of her balls of wool to and fro above her head, and looking at it lazily as she lay back.

"I have a remark to make, Horace," she went on, when the door had closed on her messenger.

"It is only people in our rank of life who get good servants.

Did you notice?
Nothing upsets that man's temper.

A servant in a poor family should have been impudent; a maid-of-all-work would have wondered when I was going to know my own mind." The man returned with the embroidery.