"Ask Mamma"; or, The Richest Commoner In EnglandSurtees, Robert Smith
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"Ask Mamma"; or, The Richest Commoner In England
Surtees, Robert Smith
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fox hunting -- Fiction
“Some of them will grumble and growl whatever you give them;
declare this man’s cloth is bad, and another’s boots inferior,
and recommend you to go to Mr. Somebody else, who Mr. This, or
Captain That, employs, Mr. This, or Captain That, having, in all
probability, been recommended to this Mr. Somebody by some other
servant. The same with the saddlers and tradespeople generally.
If you employ a saddler who does not tip them, there will be
nothing bad enough for his workmanship, or they will declare he
does not do that sort of work, only farmer’s work—cart-trappings,
and such like things.
“The remedy for this is to pay your own bills, and give the
servants to understand at starting that you mean to be master.
They are to be had on your own terms, if you only begin as you
mean to go on. If the worst comes to the worst, a month’s notice,
or a month’s pay, settles all differences, and it is no use
keeping and paying a servant that doesn’t suit you. Perhaps you
will think Rougier trouble enough, but he would be highly
offended if you were to ask him to valet a horse. I will try if I
can hear of anything likely to suit you, but the old saying, ‘who
shall counsel a man in the choice of a wife, or a horse,’ applies
with equal force to grooms.
“And now, my own dearest boy, having given you all the advice and
assistance in my power, I will conclude by repeating what joy the
arrival of your letter occasioned me, and also my advice to
beware of the girls, and request that you will not leave this
letter in your pockets, or lying about, by signing myself ever,
my own dearest son, your most truly loving and affectionate
Mamma,
“Emma Pringle.
“_P.S.—I will enclose the halves of two fifty-pound notes for the
horse, the receipt of which please to acknowledge by return of
post, when I will send the other halves._
“P.S.—Mind the red eyelids! There’s nothing so infectious
CHAPTER XXVII. SIR MOSES MAINCHANCE.
OUR friend Billy, as the foregoing letter shows, was now very
comfortably installed in his quarters, and his presence brought
sundry visitors, as well to pay their respects to him and the
family, as to see how matters were progressing.
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