Elizabeth finally finishes.  The varnished floor shines.  She drops the brush and soap in the bucket and heaves picking it up with both hands carrying it towards the kitches on wobbling legs.  She stumbles and falls on her face.  The soapy water splashes out over the floor and the boots of the customer.  The little scullery maid looks up fearfully.  "Sorry!  I'm sorry!"  She moves quickly, uaing her arpon to wipe his boots hurriedly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>