Just then there was a stir and excitement outside, caused by the
arrival of Lady Mills and some of her party. They came into our
marquee, and I thought I had never seen any one so beautiful or so
winning as Lady Mills herself, with her pretty cream-colored gown
covered with lace and bunches of pale roses in her hat and on her
dress. The ladies with her were beautifully dressed too, and I saw at
once that they were indeed, as Mrs. Manners had said, not the style of
people Geldham was accustomed to. They made us all, sellers and
buyers, look very dowdy and old-fashioned, and they talked and laughed
a little louder than we dared do, and moved about as if they were used
to being looked at and did not mind it. There were only two gentlemen
with the six or eight ladies, and I heard Lady Mills say to Mrs.
Manners that the rest of the men were coming on the drag, and that she
had given them strict orders that after a certain time they were to
buy up all that was left on the stalls. Mrs. Manners seemed rather
distressed at that, and said she did not want the gentlemen to
purchase things which would be of no use to them; they had some
smoking-caps and embroidered cigar-cases. But Lady Mills laughed, and
said Mrs. Manners was too merciful; and then she left our marquee and
went to superintend the finishing touches put to the arrangement of
her own.
Presently we heard that the drag had arrived, and there was a little
flutter among the ladies at our stall. As for me, I knew that these
gentlemen, who seemed to be thought of so much consequence, would not
want any of the things I had to sell; so I went on quite quietly
serving the village-women, with whom I was doing very good business.
However, when the gentlemen did lounge in, one of them, who was tall
and had a long fair mustache, looked for a long time at the things at
my end of the stall and asked the price of a tea-kettle. I thought he
was amusing himself; but he bought it and carried it off; and
presently two more gentlemen came into the marquee and straight up to
my corner, and bought, the one a gridiron and the other a soap-dish.
Then the first one came back and asked the price of so many things
that he took too much of my attention from my village customers; and
at last I told him he would find some ties and cigar-cases and
gentlemen’s things farther up the stall. But he put up his eyeglass
and looked at me gravely, and said he could not afford to spend his
money on trumpery--he wanted something useful; and could I oblige him
with a toasting-fork? Then he was so long making up his mind between a
penny one and a sixpenny one that I told him he had better buy them
both, and, when he had settled which he liked best, he could give the
other away. But he said, “That is an extravagant way of going to
work,” and took the penny one.
When he had gone away, Laurence came up again, and I told him,
laughing, about the funny purchases they had made. But he was not at
all amused; he said it was tomfoolery.
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