Wednesday. Our factotum has gone into town, and we are left in charge, E parlour-maid, Mr. B scullery-man, and I cook. We have heaps of mushrooms at every meal, a most agreeable change to the rice and white beans we have only hitherto had. Thursday. Hot day. A went into town to some meeting at the Club.
Is there anything you want anything in my power to give you, I mean?" "I am afraid you have parted with that already." "To that scullery-man, you mean. Yes, perhaps you are too late. It is so wise to ask too late, mon cousin." She laughed gaily, and turned away towards the house. Then she stopped suddenly and came back to him.