" What is the matter with you, my dear? " she said crossly to the maid who kept her waiting some minutes. " Don't you wish to serve me? Then I'll find you another place."
" I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl? "
The countess was upset by her friend's sorrow and humiliating poverty, and was therefore out of sorts, a state of mind which with her always found expression in calling her maid " my dear" and speaking to her with exaggerated politeness.