"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
before him, and it is wonderful what servants can tell. They know
everything in the kitchen—nothing in the parlour. His lordship, I
believe, doesn’t allow strange servants to wait except upon very
full occasions, otherwise it might be well to put Rougier under
the surveillance of Beverage, the butler, lest he should come
into the room drunk and incompetent, which would be very
disagreeable._
_“I enclose you a gold fox-head pin to give Mr. Boggledike, who
doesn’t take money, at least nothing under £5, and this only
costs 18s. He is a favourite with his lordship, and it will be
well to be in with him. You had better give the men who whip the
hounds a trifle, say 10s. or half-a-sovereign each—gold looks
better than silver. If you go to Major Hammertons you must let me
know; but perhaps you will inquire further before you fix. And
now, hoping that you will stick to your hunting, and be more
successful on another horse after a quieter fox, believe me ever,
my own dearest William, your most truly and sincerely
affectionate mother,_
_ “Emma Pringle. _
_“P.S.—Don’t forget the two clean shirts._
_“P.S.—When you give Dicky Boggledike the pin, you can compliment
him on his talents as a huntsman (as Mr. Redpath did the actor);
and as they say he is a very bad one, he will be all the more
grateful for it._
_“P.S.—I have just had another most pressing letter from your
uncle Jerry, urging me to go and look through all the accounts
and papers, as he says it is not fair throwing such a heavy
responsibility upon him. Poor man! He need not be so pressing. He
little knows how anxious I am to do it. I hope now we shall get
something satisfactory, for as yet I know no more than I did
before your poor father died._
_“P.S.—Don’t forget to tell me if there are any Miss H.‘s, and
whatever you do, take care of Dowb, that is, yourself.”_
But somehow Billy forgot to tell his Mamma whether there were any
Miss H.‘s or not, though he might have said “No,” seeing they
were Miss “Y.‘s.”
And now, while our hero is recovering from his bruises, let us
introduce the reader further to his next host, Major Y.
CHAPTER XV. MAJOR YAMMERTON’S COACH STOPS THE WAY.
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