The "Christian Martyr"
against it. You've put it so low. I said it would be better in the drawing-room."
As usual, I kept my temper.
"Eliza," I said, "have you already forgotten what I told you last night? We all of us—even the best of us—have our faults, but surely—"
"While you're talking you're missing your train," she said.
On my return from the city I went into the dining-room and found the picture gone. Eliza was sitting there as calmly as if nothing had happened.
"Where is the 'Christian Martyr'?" I asked.
"On the sofa in the drawing-room. You said yourself that it was only in the way in here. I thought you might like to hang it there."
"I am not angry," I said, "but I am pained." Then I fetched the "Christian Martyr" and put it in its old place.
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