You look very pretty, said my mother at last, opening the conversation. And how do you like being the wife of a master glass-maker here at Rougemont? Well enough, replied Cathie, but I find it rather fatiguing. No doubt, said my mother, and a great responsibility. How many workmen are employed here, and how many of them are married with families? Cathie opened large eyes. I have no idea, she said. I have never spoken to any of them. I thought this would silence my mother, but she quickly recovered. In that case, she continued, what do you do with your time? Cathie hesitated. I give orders to the servants, she said, and I watch them polish the floors. The rooms are very spacious, as you can see. I can indeed, replied my mother. No wonder you are fatigued.