It was a Lover and His LassOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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It was a Lover and His Lass
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The greater part of the company were assembled when Lewis entered the
manse. He had been in some doubt how to dress for this rustic party,
and indeed, had not some good fairy recalled to him a recollection
of English male toilet in the evening, it is probable that he would
have appeared in grey trousers, after the fashion of the Continent.
But his good genius interfered (it would be profane to imagine that
a guardian angel took note of any such details, though indeed it
would have scandalised the Setons more to see an evening coat worn
over gray trousers than to know, as Stormont had suggested, that the
stranger was a freethinker, or even guilty of some breach of the minor
moralities). He appeared, however, with a black-silk handkerchief, tied
in a somewhat large bow, under his shirt-collar, instead of the stiff
little white tie with which all the other men recognised the claims
of an evening party. On the other side, he kept his hat in his hand,
while all the other people left in the hall their informal caps and
wideawakes, thus showing that he was not at all sure of his ground as
they were, but felt it necessary to be prepared for everything. Perhaps
he had never seen before the institution of tea. Little cups he had
indeed swallowed at various hours during the day--after the déjeuner in
foreign houses, at five o'clock in English ones, whenever the occasion
served in the apartments of princely Russians--but an English tea,
round a long table, with cakes and scones, and jam, and every kind of
bread and butter dainty, he was totally unacquainted with.
He did not much care for the tea, and still less did he like the
coffee, which was coffee-tea, a feeble decoction, and served with hot
milk, as if it had been for breakfast; but, on the other hand, Lewis
was quite capable of doing justice to the cakes, and not at all above
the enjoyment of the new meal, which "amused" him, according to his
usual phrase, greatly. And he made himself impartially agreeable to
everybody, showing as strong a desire to please old Mrs. Borrodaile,
in that cap which was the derision of the parish, as the youngest and
prettiest of her daughters.
When the meal was over, and the company streamed into the drawing-room,
where there was an unusual and suspicious vacancy, the furniture pushed
into corners, betraying to all the habitués the intention of the
hostess, Lewis was set down to the piano almost at once.
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