Elizabeth finally reached the border of her bedroom.
Musing over the fact that having breakfast with the maids in the kitchen place should have been a much better preference and should have afforded her a finer company in addition to a much jovial countenance at the tail end of it all, Lizzie could not keep from blaming herself for choosing to honour the King's invitation to have breakfast with him that morning.
She began to wallow in self-blame for being too easy, probably why the person of the King found it so convenient to ridicule her endlessly.
