In Trust: The Story of a Lady and Her LoverOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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In Trust: The Story of a Lady and Her Lover
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Saymore and me, we thought
this would be the nicest for Miss Anne, and I put you here, Miss Rose,
next to your mamma. Oh, yes, I am very comfortable. I have everything as
I wish for. Mr. Saymore don’t deny me nothing--he’d buy me twice as many
things as I want, if I’d let him. How nice you look, Miss Rose, just the
same, only nicer; and such style! Is that the last fashion? It makes her
look just nothing at all, don’t it, Miss Anne? Oh, when we was all at
Mount, how we’d have copied it, and twisted it, and changed it to look
something the same, and not the least the same--but I’ve got to dress up
to forty and look as old as I can now.’
Saymore came into the sitting-room after them with his best bow, and
that noiseless step, and those ingratiating manners which had made him
the best of butlers. ‘I have nothing to find fault with, ma’am,’ he
said. ‘I’ve been very well received, very well received. Gentlemen as
remembered me at Mount has been very kind. Mr. Loseby, he has many a
little luncheon here. “I’ll not bother my old housekeeper,” he says,
when he has gentlemen come sudden. “I’ll just step over to my old friend
Saymore. Saymore knows how to send up a nice little lunch, and he knows
a good glass of wine when he sees it.” That’s exactly what Mr. Loseby
said, no more than three days ago. But business is quiet,’ Saymore
added. ‘I don’t complain, but things is quiet; we’d be the better,
ma’am, of a little more stir here.’
‘But I hope you find everything comfortable--at home, Saymore?’ said his
former mistress. ‘You know I always told you it was an experiment. I
hope you find everything comfortable at home.’
‘Meaning Mrs. Saymore, ma’am?’ replied the landlord of the ‘Black Bull,’
with dignity. ‘I’m very glad to say as she have given me and everybody
great satisfaction. She is young, but that is a fault, as I made so bold
as to observe to you, ma’am, on a previous occasion, a fault as is sure
to mend. I’ve never repented what I did when I married. She’s as nice as
possible downstairs, but never too nice--giving herself no airs: but
keeping her own place. She’s given me every satisfaction,’ said Saymore,
with much solemnity. In the meantime Keziah was giving her report on the
other side of the question, upstairs.
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