wrathfully, as though the blindness were some fault of the housemaids.
'How?'
'As you are.'
'The day after you went away with the check, almost as soon as my picture was finished; I hardly saw her alive.'
'Then they've been cheating you ever since, that's all. I know their nice little ways.'
A woman may love one man and despise another, but on general feminine principles she will do her best to save the man she despises from being defrauded. Her loved one can look to himself, but the other man, being obviously an idiot, needs protection.
'I don't think Mr. Beeton cheats much,' said Dick. Bessie was flouncing up and down the room, and he was conscious of a keen sense of enjoyment as he heard the swish of her skirts and the light step between.
'Tea and muffins,' she said shortly, when the ring at the bell was answered; 'two teaspoonfuls and one over for the pot. I don't want the old teapot that was here when I used to come. It don't draw. Get another.'
The housemaid went away scandalised, and Dick chuckled. Then he began to cough as Bessie
