"You are perpetually talking of my 'great inexperience', Mr Stevens, and yet you

appear quite unable to point out any defect in my work. Otherwise I have no

doubt you would have done so long ago and at some length. Now, I have much to be

getting on with and would appreciate your not following me about and

interrupting me like this. If you have so much time to spare, I suggest it might

be more profitably spent taking some fresh air."

 

She stamped past me and on down the corridor.

 

Deciding it best to let the matter go no further, I continued on my way. I had

almost reached the kitchen doorway when I heard the furious sounds of her

footsteps coming back towards me again.

 

"In fact, Mr Stevens," she called, "I would ask you from now on not to speak to

me directly at all."

 

"Miss Kenton, whatever are you talking about?"

 

"If it is necessary to convey a message, I would ask you to do so through a

messenger. Or else you may like to write a note and have it sent to me. Our

working relationship, I am sure, would be made a great deal easier."

 

"Miss Kenton."