"Madam," I replied, "I like the smell of cheese and the journey from Liverpool with the cheeses was a happy ending to a pleasant holiday. But, in this world, we must consider other people. My landlady is a widow. She does not like have any trouble. I am afraid that she would consider your husband's cheeses as trouble."
"Very well, then." said my friend's wife, "I shall take the children and go to a hotel until the cheeses are eaten. I refuse to live in the same house with them."
As much as I like cheese, therefore, I think we were right in deciding not to take any.
After this discussion we decided on all the food we would take and planned the day of our departure. The next day was Friday. We would pack on Friday and leave early Saturday morning.
