"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
Nor was Mrs. Pringle’s influence confined to the heads of houses,
for it soon extended to many of the junior members also. It is a
well known fact that, when the gorgeous Lady Rainbow came to
consult her about her daughter’s goings on with Captain Conquest,
the Captain and Matilda saw Mamma alight from the flaunting
hammer-clothed tub, as they stood behind the figured yellow
tabaret curtains of Mrs. Pringle’s drawing-room window, whither
they had been attracted by the thundering of one of the old noisy
order of footmen. Blessings on the man, say we, who substituted
bells for knockers—so that lovers may not be disturbed, or
visitors unaccustomed to public knocking have to expose their
incompetence.
We should, however, state, that whenever Mrs. Pringle was
consulted by any of the juveniles upon their love affairs, she
invariably suggested that they had better “Ask Mamma,” though
perhaps it was only done as a matter of form, and to enable her
to remind them at a future day, if things went wrong, that she
had done so. Many people make offers that they never mean to have
accepted, but still, if they are not accepted, _they made them
you know_. If they are accepted, why then they wriggle out of
them the best way they can. But we are dealing in generalities,
instead of confining ourselves to Mrs. Pringle’s practice. If the
young lady or gentleman—for Mrs. Pringle was equally accessible
to the sexes—preferred “asking” her to “Asking Mamma,” Mrs.
Pringle was always ready to do what she could for them; and the
fine Sèvres and Dresden china, the opal vases, the Bohemian
scent-bottles, the beautiful bronzes, the or-molu jewel caskets,
and Parisian clocks, that mounted guard in the drawing-room when
it was not “in commission” (occupied as apartments), spoke
volumes for the gratitude of those she befriended. Mrs. Pringle
was soon the repository of many secrets, but we need not say that
the lady who so adroitly concealed Pheasant Feathers on her own
account was not likely to be entrapped into committing others;
and though she was often waited upon by pleasant
conversationalists on far-fetched errands, who endeavoured to
draw carelessly down wind to their point, as well as by seedy and
half-seedy gentlemen, who proceeded in a more business-like
style, both the pleasant conversationalists and the seedy and the
half-seedy gentlemen went away as wise as they came. She never
knew anything; it was the first she had heard of anything of the
sort.
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