"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
having seven-and-sixpence worth of Brougham occasionally to see
how the land lay.
It is but justice to our fair friend to say that she commenced
with great prudence. So handsome unprotected a female being open
to the criticisms of the censorious, she changed her good-looking
footman for a sedate elderly man, whose name, Properjohn, John
Properjohn, coupled with the severe austerity of his manners, was
enough to scare away intruders, and to keep the young girls in
order, whom our friend had consigned to her from the country, in
the hopes that her drilling and recommendation would procure them
admission into quality families.
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Properjohn had been spoiled for high service by an attack of the
jaundice, but his figure was stately and good, and she sought to
modify his injured complexion by a snuff-coloured, Quaker-cut
coat and vest, with claret-coloured shorts, and buckled shoes.
Thus attired, with his oval-brimmed hat looped up with gold cord,
and a large double-jointed brass-headed cane in his hand, he
marched after his mistress, a damper to the most audacious.
Properjohn, having lived in good families until he got spoiled by
the jaundice, had a very extensive acquaintance among the
aristocracy, with whom Mrs. Pringle soon established a peculiar
intercourse. She became a sort of ultimate Court of Appeal, a
_Cour de Cassation_, in all matters of taste in apparel,—whether
a bonnet should be lilac or lavender colour, a dress deeply
flounced or lightly, a lady go to a ball in feathers or diamonds,
or both—in all those varying and perplexing points that so excite
and bewilder the female mind: Mrs. Pringle would settle all
these, whatever Mrs. Pringle said the fair applicants would abide
by, and milliners and dress-makers submitted to her judgment.
This, of course, let her into the privacies of domestic life. She
knew what husbands stormed at the milliners’ and dress-makers’
bills, bounced at the price of the Opera-box, and were eternally
complaining of their valuable horses catching cold. She knew who
the cousin was who was always to be admitted in Lavender Square,
and where the needle-case-shaped note went to after it had
visited the toy-shop in Arcadia Street. If her own information
was defective, Properjohn could supply the deficiency. The two,
between them, knew almost everything.
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