The Cards
"Is Miss Sakers nobody?"
"Well, she's never left a card here, and she really is a lady by birth, and can prove it. She just asks the girl to say she's been, and it's nothing of importance, when she doesn't find me in. If she can do without cards, we can. You'd much better go by her."
"Thank you, I have my own ideas of propriety, and I do not take them from Miss Sakers. I shall order fifty of each sort from Amrod's this morning."
"Then that makes a hundred cards wasted."
"Either you cannot count," I said, "or you have yet to learn that there are three sorts of cards used by married people—the husband's cards, the wife's cards, and the card with both names on it."
"Go it!" said Eliza. "Get a card for the cat as well. She knows a lot more cats than we know people!"
I could have given a fairly sharp retort to that, but I preferred to remain absolutely silent. I thought it might show Eliza that she
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