England -- Social life and customs -- Humor; English wit and humor; Housekeeping -- Humor; Marriage -- Humor
Clara’s migratory instincts, her ubiquitousness, and her morning
blindness were a constant annoyance to me, yet I look lovingly back
upon them now over the heads of a succession of young persons,
all of whom had occupied positions of trust in the houses of the
semi-educated. When Clara left me in order to marry a traveller in
sewing machines I acquired a wonderful insight into the habits of the
public dignitaries in our neighbourhood. I learned that the Mayoress
of Pond never grudged the expense of paper mats under the fruit and
preferred her sandwiches tied with pink ribbon. That Lady Knight
believed in putting out Sir Donald’s clothes herself in the evening,
and that it was not customary in the houses of the commercially great
to clean the silver more than once a week “unless there was company.”
I once asked one of these Belles Brummells whether it was better form
not to wash before dinner unless for a party of eight, and she replied
gravely that it was a matter of taste, and did I wish hot water; she
had no objection to bringing it.
* * * * *
NOTE.--I read this part aloud to the efficient female and she says that
was not what she meant.
_CHAPTER IV_: TRADESMEN
The story of Mr. Jones’s sin, and how he failed to send the meat in
time for luncheon, has been told. But it must not be supposed that this
was the one sin of a lifetime, standing out clear and black against a
white background of habitual punctuality. Nor was he a lonely serpent
in an otherwise spotless Eden of tradesmen who walked with God. They
were all Sons of Belial. If I could turn the whole lot of them into
pillars of salt, and cheese, and mutton, and cabbage, and all the other
dilatory and perverse ingredients of my daily life I would do it, and
they might go on “never coming” as much as they liked. They might stay
there all day making apologies and it would not matter to me. I should
simply come and hack off the pieces I wanted and not listen to a word
they said.
Of course, in one way, a shop answers the same purpose. But there is
not the same pleasure in asking for a thing as there would be in hewing
it off the person of one’s enemy. And, besides, the shops are always
full of women who want to look at everything they buy.
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