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
for the mistress’s non-performance of her part of the contract, still
some allowance should be made for the poor creatures, whose very
deficiencies of education made them often do wrong merely because they
had never been lucky enough to have learnt better. And then he had the
impudence to ask me what I should say if, when I asked my next servant
what kind of a character she could have from her last mistress, the girl
in return were to ask me what kind of a character _I_ could have from my
last _servant_? I told him that I should say that it was very like her
impudence, indeed, and tell her to get out of the house
directly--adding, that I never heard of such an absurd idea in all my
life before.
“Of course,” Edward replied, smiling at what I had said, (though I’m
sure I could see nothing to laugh at;) “and yet, perhaps, it is not
quite so absurd a notion as you seem to fancy. You forget that the girl
comes into your house to be subject to your every little whim and
caprice, and that not only her bread, but also her comfort and happiness
are dependent upon _your_ character; and it stands to reason, from the
very nature of things, that the slave must suffer more from the tyrant,
than the tyrant can possibly suffer from the slave.”
I told him very plainly that I had no patience with him, talking in such
a way about tyrants and slaves, indeed, and that they were sentiments
only worthy of a low radical meeting. I was quite pleased, however, when
I dumbfounded him, by asking him how he ever thought society would get
on upon such dreadful principles?--adding, that for my own part, I would
have everybody who went putting such horrid ideas into the poor ignorant
things’ heads drawn and quartered as they used to be in the good old
times. And I told him, too, that as he seemed to know so much about the
management of servants, I should just like to hear how he would behave
to Miss Norah after chasing me round the table with a knife in her hand,
as she had; and that of course I supposed he would carry out his fine
principles with her, and go making the toad a present for it--just as an
encouragement for the future. But he merely replied, that he should do
no such thing; adding, that I should see how he would act, for he would
have her up then and there, and talk to her. Accordingly, he rang the
bell, and in my lady came.
“Shut the door, Norah; I want to speak to you,” he began; and when she
had done so, he continued--“Your mistress has been telling me about this
sad affair with the knife, Norah.”
“Yes, masther,” she replied, with her usual impudence; “but sure an’
I’ve forgotten it all long ago--so I have. Wasn’t it myself that tould
her I’d think no more about it.”
“Yes; but, Norah,” he continued, “don’t you think that it’s you who
require your mistress’s forgiveness, after attempting her life, as you
did yesterday.”
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