That had gone long ago.
And as she looked, she remembered that he was to be awakened early and that it was Friday the hardest day of the week, when she must make up her arrears of scrubbing and dusting.

Her luxurious mood changed to one of dull irritation, and she looked sullenly at the enormous wardrobe and dressing-table with their speckled mirrors.

These had delighted her at first, but in her heart she preferred the battered, makeshift furniture of Cardigan Street.

A few licks with the duster and her work was done; but here the least speck of dust showed on the polished surface.

Jonah, too, had got into a nasty habit of writing insulting words on the dusty surface with his finger.
Well, let him! There had been endless trouble since he bought the piano.