"I am no one's slave," cried Annalise, "I am no one's prisoner."
"Hark at her! Who said you were? Have I not told you the only two things you are?"
"But I am treated as a prisoner, I am treated as a slave," sobbed Annalise.
"Unmannerly one, how dare you linger talking follies when your royal mistress is waiting for her tea? Run—run! Or must I show you how?"
"Her Grand Ducal Highness," said Annalise, not budging, "told me also to prepare the bath for her this evening."
"Well, what of that?" cried Fritzing, snatching up the bill again and adding up furiously. "Prepare it, then."
"I see no water-taps."
"Woman, there are none."
"How can I prepare a bath without water-taps?"
"O thou Inefficiency! Ineptitude garbed as woman! Must I then teach thee the elements of thy business? Hast thou not observed the pump? Go to it, and draw water. Cause the water to flow into buckets. Carry these buckets—need I go on? Will not Nature herself teach thee what to do with buckets?"