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
Edward was in such a good humour, that when we went to bed, I thought it
a capital time to tell him about the picture, and got him to promise
that he would not go on about it before mamma; for though _he_ might not
care about our noble ancestors, still, as mamma’s family was her weak
point, it was very natural that she should cling to the R--msb--tt--ms
as fondly as she did. Besides, I told him that he had a nasty way of his
own of saying what he thought--and that if he didn’t take care, he’d
find he’d get into nice trouble through it some of these fine days; and
I was sure that if I went speaking my mind upon every occasion, my
conscience would not allow me to rest quiet in my bed.
Mary went on pretty well for a day or two, when we noticed that the
creature began to get rather confused in her intellects, and to be quite
beside herself, so that she scarcely seemed to know what she was about,
and kept breaking everything she put her hands upon. I, in my innocence,
began to fear that another fit was coming on, and I should be having the
minx laid up insensible on my “At-home” day--and a nice pickle I should
be in then, goodness knows. So, with my usual good nature, I asked her
if she would take anything, and whether she thought a little brandy
would put her straight. On which the hussy really began to see through
my mistake, and to understand that I was treating her for fits instead
of drunkenness; and said that she was sure I was very good, and that she
would try a glass--which the minx had, and pretended that it quite took
her breath away to drink it (the deceitful cat!)--and she actually had
the face to come to me and beg another one that evening, saying that the
first one had done her a world of good. So that there was I, really and
truly encouraging the horrid wretch in the worst of vices; and, as I
heard afterwards, she went about the neighbourhood, saying that it was
no fault of hers, and that I took a delight in making her tipsy; and the
worst of it all was, that it was on that very evening the picture came
home.
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