The things we do!

I cannot
provide--three times five are fifteen--fifteen separate meals for seven
persons--besides those of my own family. If your servants cannot eat with
mine, or in my kitchen, they and their mistress must go elsewhere. And
the sooner the better, madam, the sooner the better!" says Mrs. Honeyman,
trembling with indignation, and sitting down in a chair spreading her
silks.
"Do you know who I am?" asks Lady Anne, rising.
"Perfectly well, madam," says the other. "And had I known, you should
never have come into my house, that's more."
"Madam!" cries the lady, on which the poor little invalid, scared and
nervous, and hungry for his dinner, began to cry from his sofa.
"It will be a pity that the dear little boy should be disturbed. Dear
little child, I have often heard of him, and of you, miss," says the
little householder, rising. "I will get you some dinner, my dear, for
Clive's sake. And meanwhile your ladyship will have the kindness to seek
for some other apartments--for not a bit shall my fire cook for any one
else of your company.


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