France -- Description and travel; France -- Social life and customs
_May 20th._--We all now began to feel very uncomfortable; everything
was so very different to the things in an English house. From the
drawing-room to the kitchen all was uncomfortable, and the habits of
the people were so dirty and untidy that our three English servants
begged that they might do the work themselves instead of having a
foreigner to assist them. Stephens our courier was gone, so that we
had often to go with Carruthers (our cook) to the market to speak
for her. When she went by herself she, however, contrived to make
herself understood; she went all round the market and searched about
till she got hold of the thing she wanted, then she touched it and
said, _Combeen_. She soon learnt a few words such as _pom-de-tary,
chu, mungy, francs, sows, kickshaws_, etc.; if she did not understand
what they said she answered _Inglytary nong comprehendy_. Robins (our
manservant) got on best; he stammered out a word of French and a word
of English, till by words and signs he contrived to get what he wanted.
One word they all knew, and that was _bukkah, bukkah_; they were so
determined not to be cheated that Carruthers went all the way back from
the Avenue de Sceaux to the market if she found they owed her one sou.
Notwithstanding all our care we frequently were cheated; they will try
every possible means:[16] sometimes when the market-people set down
what we had bought, they would write down a few more pence than they
had before charged, or contrive some other way for getting money. The
provisions at Versailles were fully dearer than in England. One of the
best shops in the market was Madame Segan's, although she, as well as
the rest, would cheat if she could. The butter was very bad in France.
Madame Segan's was the best, but as there was no salt in it, and they
only got it once a week, it did not keep good. The butcher's meat
(except the pork and veal) is not good: they have a curious custom of
blowing it up so as to look very large. The French bread being made of
leaven is very sour; we got English bread from a baker at Versailles.
Another good shop for eggs, etc., is The Black Hen.
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