"Yes, sir," said the Butler, with a slight shudder at the profanity.
By the time I had roused the slumbering fire into a blaze, the house
steward, an old retainer, entered with the wine, and respectfully
congratulated me on my recovery; a few mutual enquiries followed,
during which I could not help smiling to myself at the formal tone I
felt compelled to adopt towards the grave old man who had known my
boyhood; nothing would be too familiar with Mrs. O'Toole, but the stern
Saxon nature demands a degree of reserve in their superiors, and would
resent any freedom as something derogatory to both. The coldness
between English masters and servants is quite as much the fault of the
latter as the former, and so it must be while the Anglo-Saxon race
exists; anything demonstrative is terribly out of place with them.
_Il ne faut jamais faire agir un homme dans un sens different de son
caractère._
"My Lord takes the chair at a meeting of the Society for converting
the Jews at ---- to-day, sir, but he will return to dinner," said my
informant, as he made his parting bow and retired.
"Heaven send my worthy brother may follow up the object of the meeting
by converting Messrs. Levi and Co. from creditors into non-claimants,
as well as all the other errors of their ways," was my mental
ejaculation as I betook myself to the _Record_ and its advertisements
for pious footmen, and not sober, but serious cooks, as an escape from
my own thoughts.
Egerton returned to dinner, bringing with him two sleek white
neckcloth'd straight-haired gentlemen; "the deputation," he informed
me, from the "Parent Society."
My brother received me very graciously, and remarking that I still
looked indifferent after my illness, regretted I was not in time to
attend the meeting to hear the reverend "somebody" hold forth. "Captain
Egerton," said he, during one of the pauses in our repast, noticing,
perhaps, something of carnal impatience in the glances of the Reverend
J. E. Black towards the door, for the appearance of the next _entrée_,
"Captain Egerton has been, and is quartered at Carrington; did you not
reside there, or in its neighbourhood?"
"Yes, my Lord," replied the son of the "Parent Society;" "I had for
some time a wide field of labour at A----."
This individual was a tall man, inclined to _embonpoint_, with heavy
features, a large hooked nose, a thick sensual under lip, and a tuft of
straight coarse hair at each side of his face.
"At A----," said I, glad to exchange a word with any one about a
place so endeared to me; "I was there two days ago. Did you know a Mr.
Winter, of Abbey Gardens? I am indebted to the kindness and care of him
and his wife for my existence."
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