"Now, just attend to me, all of you, for I'm in deadly earnest, and
I mean to see that my orders are carried, out. You see this young
gentleman"--she indicated Comethup, who was seated beside her--"this
is Master Willis, my nephew. For the future he takes a place in this
house, and wherever I may be, second only to mine. If he says a thing
is to be done, understand that it is to be done; if he gives an order
to any one of you, it must be obeyed, as swiftly as though I had given
it myself. You needn't be alarmed, any of you; he's not the sort of
fellow to give any of you any trouble. But, trouble or no trouble, you
will understand he's the young master here, and the Lord help the
man or the woman that forgets it! You know me, or you should by this
time, and you know that, although I can't actually see you, I know
what you're doing, every one of you, by night or by day. I know your
tricks, and your humours, and your little tempers, and all the rest of
it; but we'll have no tricks or humours or tempers with Master Willis.
As I say, you won't find him exacting; but what he wants he's to have.
That's all; I've nothing more to say."
They appeared to understand very perfectly. One of them--Comethup
thought it was the butler--even stepped forward and murmured a little
incoherent speech, intended to convey the loyalty of himself and his
fellow-servants to the young master. Miss Charlotte Carlaw nodded
approval, even punctuated the broken speech with nods, and dismissed
them all with a wave of her hand.
"Now you understand, Comethup," she said, turning to the boy when they
had gone, and putting her hand on his shoulder, "what your power here
is. You'll find, although I don't think you need the advice, that all
the money in the world won't enable you to hold that power if you don't
set about your life in the right way. If you're peevish, or tyrannical,
or unjust--well, you must expect to get sour looks and unwilling
service; if you are a gentleman, and show that you only demand what is
your right, and demand it courteously--for servants are human beings,
and have their feelings--you'll be served gladly and faithfully; at
least that's what _I_'ve found. Now come with me, and I'll show you
over the house, and I'll show you your rooms."
She appeared to know every inch of the great house, from the lowest
floor to the garret, telling him instantly what each room was, even
to the servants' rooms. "I keep a butler and a housekeeper," she
explained, "but I like to know everything myself, and what everybody is
doing. They used to think once they could cheat me because I couldn't
see 'em; but they found out their mistake long since."
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