ROYALTY
The Queen demanded her breakfast in bed. Clelia came to the breakfast room to tell me so.
I had heard the furious ringing of her bell and I said to Smith that something of that sort was likely to happen.
"You tell her," said I to Clelia, "that no meals are served in rooms. What does she expect with only one waitress?"
Clelia went away and Smith and I resumed coffee, toast, and a poached egg apiece. Presently Clelia returned, her eyes and cheeks brilliant with suppressed emotion.
"Well," said I, "what's the matter now?"
"Madame Xenos is very, very angry, and she demands to see the landlord."
"Did she employ that word?"
"Yes, she did."
"You say she wants to see me?" I asked.