The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant.Mayhew, Henry
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The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant.
Mayhew, Henry
English wit and humor; Household employees
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Then Edward kept remarking upon the different items, saying that it was
very easy to see what was for Mr. Ned Twist, and what was for the
lady--whoever it might be that accompanied him. And really and truly, if
it was his dear mother-in-law, and she had been foolish enough to go
falling in love with any of those good-looking dogs at the barracks, he
didn’t see that there was any necessity for concealing her passion; for
if the man were respectable, why, he should be very happy to see him,
and question him as to whether his intentions were honourable towards
her. It would have done any one’s heart as much good as it did mine to
see how angry this made the poor bilious old lady, who, all the time
that Edward was teasing her, was biting her lips, and shaking her leg up
and down with downright passion, while she pretended to be very busy
reading a book--(I never saw such reading)--until at last her nasty bile
got the better of her, and would not allow her to stand a joke; for,
declaring that she would leave the house the very next day, she bounced
out of the room, slamming the door after her as hard as she could, till
she made all the glasses on the sideboard jingle again, and up she went
sulking to her room, where she stopped, and wouldn’t come down to
dinner, nor allow us to send any up to her--as if she thought that would
hurt us--a stupid old toad! All this, I said to myself, comes of having
people in the house who must go getting angry over a mere joke.
I told Edward that, as she had declared she would go on the morrow, and
Susan told me that she really was packing up her things in real earnest,
he might as well go up and tell her that he had only meant what he said
in fun, and get her to come down to tea; or else, perhaps, what with her
passion, and starving herself, she might be laid up before she left our
house with a bilious fever. But he wouldn’t think of doing anything half
so rash, he said, adding, that it would be quite time enough to
apologize as soon as she should be dressed ready to go on the morrow.
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