Some of the people in this street are even so well-to-do as to keep a "slavey." Johnny Upright keeps one, as I well know, she being my first acquaintance in this particular portion of the world.
To Johnny Upright's house I came, and to the door came the "slavey." Now, mark you, her position in life was pitiable and contemptible, but it was with pity and contempt that she looked at me.

She evinced a plain desire that our conversation should be short.

It was Sunday, and Johnny Upright was not at home, and that was all there was to it.

But I lingered, discussing whether or not it was all there was to it, till Mrs.Johnny Upright was attracted to the door, where she scolded the girl for not having closed it before turning her attention to me.
No, Mr.Johnny Upright was not at home, and further, he saw nobody on Sunday.

It is too bad, said I.