The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
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The situation was undoubtedly fashionable; but that the house itself
might have been more comfortable could not be denied. What was
complimentarily called the hall, but was really the passage, was so
small, that the enormous footmen, awaiting the descent of their
employers from the little drawing-rooms above, dared not house
themselves therein. Two of them would have filled it to overflowing;
so they were compelled either to remain with the carriages, or to run
the chance of being out of the way when required, and solace
themselves in the tap of the Battersea Arms, down the adjacent mews.
The door was so small and so low, that these great creatures rubbed
their cockades and ruffled their coats in passing through it. The
house stood at the corner of the mews, and every vehicle that drove in
or out caused an earthquake-like sensation as it passed. Doors
creaked, china rocked, floors groaned, walls trembled. The little
dining-room was like a red-flocked tank; the little drawing-rooms
encumbered with the newly-imported extra furniture, were so choke-full,
that it was with the utmost difficulty that visitors could thread their
way between table and couch and ottoman and _étagère_. It required a
knowledge of the science of navigation to tack round the piano; and the
visitor, when once he had reached a seat by the hostess near the
fireplace, could scarcely devote himself to conversation, owing to the
trouble which filled his mind as to how he would ever get away again.
It was not advisable to open any of the side-windows, even in the
hottest weather, or a stably odour at once pervaded the house, and the
forcible language addressed by the grooms to the horses, whose toilet
was performed in the open yard, was a little too audible. It was
impossible for guests to go through the ceremony of "taking down" to
dinner. The steep little ladder-like staircase was only passable by
one person at a time; and in the narrow little tank of a dining-room
the people who sat with their backs to the fire were roasted alive,
and had the additional pleasure of having to eat their meat
vegetable-less and sauce-less, there being no approach to them and no
passing them. Still everyone said that the situation was delightful,
and the house was "quite charming;" and Lady Muriel and Ramsay Caird
took great credit to themselves for having secured it.
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