"Yes. And that is just like you. You are much more concerned about your toilet-cover being stained than about my poor cheek which is gashed."
"You were very clumsy to do it," was all I could say. Married people are not always careful to preserve the amenities in private life. It is a pity, but it is so.
"It was due to no clumsiness on my part," said he; "though I do allow my nerves have been so shaken, broken, by married life, that I cannot always command my hand, as was the case when I was a bachelor. But this time it was due to that new, stupid, red-haired servant you have introduced into the house without consulting me or my pocket."
"Red-haired servant!" I echoed.
"Yes, that red-haired girl I have seen about. She thrusts herself into my study in a most offensive and objectionable way. But the climax of all was this morning, when I was shaving. I stood in my shirt before the glass, and had lathered my face, and was engaged on my right jaw, when that red-haired girl rushed between me and the mirror with both her elbows up, screening her face with her arms, and her head bowed. I started back, and in so doing cut myself."
"Where did she come from?"
"How can I tell? I did not expect to see anyone."
"Then where did she go?"
"I do not know; I was too concerned about my bleeding jaw to look about me. That girl must be dismissed."
"I wish she could be dismissed," I said.