Such a contrast to her tone when the omelet presented itself
in the order of the dishes! As I said just now I am not a married woman.
But if I proposed to my husband to give him an oyster-omelet after his
puddings and his pies, I should not be surprised if he said to me, 'My
dear, have you taken leave of your senses?' I reminded Lady Loring (most
respectfully) that a _cheese_-omelette might be in its proper place if
it followed the sweets. 'An _oyster_-omelet,' I suggested, 'surely comes
after the birds?' I should be sorry to say that her ladyship lost her
temper--I will only mention that I kept mine. Let me repeat what she
said, and leave you, Father, to draw your own conclusions. She said,
'Which of us is mistress in this house, Miss Notman? I order the
oyster-omelet to come in with the cheese.' There was not only
irritability, there was contempt--oh, yes! contempt in her tone. Out of
respect for myself, I made no reply. As a Christian, I can forgive; as a
wounded gentlewoman, I may not find it so easy to forget."
Miss Notman laid herself back in her easy chair--she looked as if
she had suffered martyrdom, and only regretted having been obliged to
mention it.
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