Mrs. Korner Sins Her Mercies
"I do mean it," declared Mrs. Korner, "I like a man to be a man."
"But you would not like Christopher--I mean Mr. Korner--to be that sort of man,"
suggested her bosom friend.
"I don't mean that I should like it if he did it often. But I should like to feel that he was
able to be that sort of man.--Have you told your master that breakfast is ready?"
demanded Mrs. Korner of the domestic staff, entering at the moment with three boiled
eggs and a teapot.
"Yus, I've told 'im," replied the staff indignantly.
The domestic staff at Acacia Villa, Ravenscourt Park, lived in a state of indignation. It
could be heard of mornings and evenings saying its prayers indignantly.
"Said 'e'11 be down the moment 'e's dressed."
"Nobody wants him to come before," commented Mrs. Korner. "Answered me that he
was putting on his collar when I called up to him five minutes ago."
"Answer yer the same thing now, if yer called up to 'im agen, I 'spect," was the opinion of
the staff. "Was on 'is 'ands and knees when I looked in, scooping round under the bed for
'is collar stud."
Mrs. Korner paused with the teapot in her hand. "Was he talking?"
"Talkin'? Nobody there to talk to; I ‘adn't got no time to stop and chatter."
"I mean to himself," explained Mrs. Korner. "He--he wasn't swearing?" There was a note
of eagerness, almost of hope, in Mrs. Korner's voice.
"Swearin'! 'E! Why, 'e don't know any."
"Thank you," said Mrs. Korner. "That will do, Harriet; you may go."
Mrs Korner put down the teapot with a bang. "The very girl," said Mrs. Korner bitterly,
"the very girl despises him."
