“I suppose I can have a few opinions, although I am in service,” said Mollie. “There’s plenty of time for thought even in the kitchen of a flat like this. I wonder domestic servants don’t write novels. My word, what a revelation it would be! I’ve a good mind to write one of them serials in the Daily Mail.”
“If I have any more of your impudence, Mollie——”
“It’s not impudence,” said Mollie. “It’s aspirations.”
The girl was silent when her master came into the room with the corkscrew.
“It wasn’t in the bathroom,” he explained. “I remember now, I used it for cleaning out my pipe.”
“I could have told you that a long time ago, sir,” said Mollie.
“Well, why the dickens didn’t you?” asked Herbert.
“You never asked me, sir.”
Mollie retired with the air of having scored a point.
“Well, as long as you’ve found it, dear,” said Mrs. Heywood.