The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant. — John Shaqi
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
My dear mamma kindly undertook to get all this done for me, though how
she was ever to manage it, she said, was more than she could tell; for
what with the house and the business she had more on her hands at
present than she knew what to do with; and, as she truly observed, she
was so full of one thing and another, just now, that she really did not
know which way to turn.
I thought it best to tell mamma not to mention the subject that evening
at dinner to Edward; stating that I wished it to come as a little
surprise to him when the picture was brought home. For to tell the
truth, I was afraid that she might get talking of her noble ancestors
before him; and as I knew that Edward did not entertain the same
elevated opinion of the R--msb--tt--ms as my mamma justly did, and had
even once gone so far as to call our gracious William the Conqueror, and
his noble knights, a set of vagabond robbers, (upon my word, he did,) I
thought it would be better not to let my dear mamma have her heart again
wrung by another difference with my husband.
We had a very nice plain family dinner that day--a mere simple joint;
but _so_ delightfully cooked--done to a turn--and sent up _so_
respectably, that it did me good to see it; and I really thought that
our toad of a Mary would turn out a blessing to us, after all. I had
told my mother that she must not look for any fuss and ceremony, or
expect us to treat her like a stranger, as she was too near and dear a
friend for us to put ourselves out of the way for her. Everything went
off _so_ admirably no one can tell--and the plates were _so_ nice and
hot--and Mary waited at table _so_ well--and looked _so_ clean and
respectable--which really, considering she had had to cook the dinner, I
was quite surprised and delighted to see. After dinner, dear Edward
_would_ open another bottle of port, and made himself _so_ happy, and
got to be _such_ good friends with mamma. Though I really sat on thorns,
(if I might be allowed the expression,) all the evening; for knowing
their disposition as well as I did, I was in fear that every minute
something would come on the carpet which would upset all, and make them
get knocking their heads against each other again; so that when the dear
soul left us, I said to myself, “I really haven’t been so happy for a
long time.”
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