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
When we returned to the parlour, we found Edward with (thanks to
goodness!) a nice fire, but he was so surly, (and well he might be,) at
the place being so uncomfortable, that he kept banging the things about,
though I did not expect he would have done as much so soon after our
marriage; and I recollect at the time it struck me as being highly
indecent. We described to him the state of the girl, and were much hurt
(though we thought it best not to show it) at the strong want of feeling
he displayed upon hearing an account of her affliction; for he was too
ready to put a bad construction on her illness; and didn’t hesitate to
say that he’d forfeit his head if the fits didn’t turn out to be fits of
drunkenness after all, calling the girl, to our great horror, “a
gin-drinking toad.” This so kindled my mamma’s wrath, that she declared
she wondered how he could ever stand there and say such things; and that
she should be very much astonished if his words did not rise up in
judgment against him some fine day or other; for that she was never more
convinced of anything in her life than that we should eventually find
Mary, as she had before said, and would say again, and she did not care
who heard her--a perfect treasure. Though she could not help allowing
that the fits were a slight drawback, and went somewhat against the
girl; still, as she could not reasonably be expected to have more than
one every six weeks, and would be sure to have warning when they were
coming on, why really my mamma said she could not see that there was so
much for a body to put up with, after all.
Edward observed, that, considering all things, he was afraid he should
have a good deal to put up with, from a certain quarter that was not a
hundred miles off. On which my mamma said something that has escaped me;
and Edward replied, I can’t exactly at present call to mind what. So
that I felt that a storm was gathering round about my head, and that the
house (if I may be permitted to use so strong an expression) would
shortly be too hot to hold me. Accordingly, with my usual sagacity in
such matters, I went up and kissed dear mamma, and got her to go down
stairs and look after the tea, for I was anxious to separate them, as I
saw they had every disposition to get together by the ears, which I was
sure would give rise to a great deal of pain on both sides.
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