The History of Miss Betsy ThoughtlessHaywood, Eliza Fowler
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The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless
Haywood, Eliza Fowler
Abused wives -- Fiction; Bildungsromans; Didactic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Miss Flora told her she was a perfect Machiavel in love-affairs; and was
about to say something more, when a confused sound of several voices,
among which she distinguished that of Lady Mellasin very loud, made her
run down stairs to see what was the occasion; but Miss Betsy staid in
the chamber, being busily employed in something belonging to her dress;
or, had she be less engaged, it is not probable she would have troubled
herself about the matter, as she supposed it only a quarrel between Lady
Mellasin and some of the servants, as in effect it was; and she, without
asking, was immediately informed.
Nanny, the upper house-maid, and the same who had delivered Mr. Saving's
letter to Miss Betsy, and carried her answer to him, coming up with a
broom in her hand, in order to sweep her lady's dressing-room, ran into
the chamber of Miss Betsy, and seeing that she was alone, 'Oh, Miss!'
said she, 'there is the devil to do below.'--'I heard a sad noise,
indeed,' said she, carelessly. 'Why, you must know, Miss,' cried the
maid, 'that my lady hath given John, the butler, warning; and so, his
time being up, Mrs. Prinks hath orders to pay him off this morning, but
would have stopped thirty shillings for a silver orange-strainer that is
missing. John would not allow it; and being in a passion, told Mrs.
Prinks that he would not leave the house without his full wages; that,
for any thing he knew, the strainer might be gone after the diamond
necklace. This, I suppose, she repeated to my lady, and that put her in
so ill a humour this morning, that if my master had not come down as he
did, we should all have had something at our heads. However,' continued
the wench, 'she ordered Mrs. Prinks to give him his whole money; but,
would you believe it, Miss! my master was no sooner gone out, than she
came down into the kitchen raving, and finding John there still, (the
poor fellow, God knows, only staid to take his leave of us) she tore
about, and swore we should all go; accused one of one thing, and another
of another.'--'Well, but what did the fellow mean about the diamond
necklace?' cried Miss Betsy, interrupting her. 'I will tell you the
whole story,' said she; 'but you must promise never to speak a word of
it to any body; for though I do not value the place, nor will stay much
longer, yet they would not give one a character you know, Miss Betsy.'
Miss Betsy then having assured her she would never mention it, the other
shut the door, and went on in a very low voice, in this manner.
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