Mrs. CraddockMaugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
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Mrs. Craddock
Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
Marriage -- Fiction
Bertha came downstairs when Miss Ley was already eating breakfast--a
very feminine meal, consisting of nothing more substantial than a square
inch of bacon and a morsel of dry toast. Miss Ley was really somewhat
nervous, she was bothered by the necessity of referring to Bertha’s
natal day.
“That is one advantage of women,” she told herself, “after twenty-five
they gloss over their birthdays like improprieties. A man is so
impressed with his cleverness in having entered the world at all that
the anniversary always interests him; and the foolish creature thinks
it interests other people as well.”
But Bertha came into the room and kissed her.
“Good morning, dear,” said Miss Ley, and then, pouring out her niece’s
coffee, “our estimable cook has burnt the milk in honour of your
majority; I trust she will not celebrate the occasion by getting
drunk--at all events, till after dinner.”
“I hope Dr. Ramsay won’t enthuse too vigorously,” replied Bertha,
understanding Miss Ley’s feeling.
“Oh, my dear, I tremble at the prospect of his jollity. He’s a good man.
I should think his principles were excellent, and I don’t suppose he’s
more ignorant than most general practitioners; but his friendliness is
sometimes painfully aggressive.”
But Bertha’s calm was merely external, her brain was in a whirl, and her
heart beat with excitement. She was full of impatience to declare her
news. Bertha had some sense of dramatic effect and looked forward a
little to the scene when, the keys of her kingdom being handed to her,
she made the announcement that she had already chosen a king to rule by
her side. She felt also that between herself and Miss Ley alone the
necessary explanations would be awkward. Dr. Ramsay’s outspoken
bluffness made him easier to deal with; there is always a difficulty in
conducting oneself with a person who ostentatiously believes that every
one should mind his own business and who, whatever her thoughts, takes
more pleasure in the concealment than in the expression thereof. Bertha
sent a note to Craddock, telling him to come at three o’clock to be
introduced as the future lord and master of Court Leys.
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