The Maid of SkerBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Maid of Sker
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Foundlings -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Wales -- Fiction
Taking that heed of me, and no more, he cast the reins to my friend the
head-groom, who came up, looking for all the world as if never had he
seen me, and wondered strangely who I could be. And this air of fright
and denial always pervaded the whole household. All of which was quite
against what I had been long accustomed to, wherever I deigned to go in
with my news to the servants' place, or the housekeeper's room, or
anywhere pointed out to me as the best for entertainment. Here, however,
although the servants seemed to be plentiful enough, and the horses and
the hounds to have as much as they could eat, there was not a trace of
what I may call good domestic comfort. When this prevails, as it ought
to do in every gentleman's household, the marks may be discovered in the
eyes and the mouth of everybody. Nobody thinks of giving way to
injudicious hurry when bells ring, or when shouts are heard, or horses'
feet at the front door. And if on the part of the carpeted rooms any
disquietude is shown, or desire to play, or feed, or ride, at times
outside the convenience of the excellent company down-stairs, there is
nothing more to be said, except that it cannot be done, and should never
in common reason have been thought of. For all servants must enjoy their
meals, and must have time to digest them with proper ease for
conversation and expansion afterwards. At Candleston Court it was always
so; and so it should be everywhere.
However, to return to my groom, whose cordiality revived at the moment
his master turned the corner, perceiving that Chowne had some matter on
hand which would not allow him to visit the stables, just for the
present at any rate, he turned the black mare over to the care of an
understrapper, and with a wink and a smack of his lips, gave me to know
that his supper was toward. Neither were we disappointed, but found it
all going on very sweetly, in a little private room used for cleaning
harness. And he told me that this young cook maid, of unusual abilities,
had attached herself to him very strongly, with an eye to promotion, and
having no scent of his higher engagement: neither would he have been
unwilling to carry out her wishes if she could only have shown a
sixpence against the innkeeper's daughter's shilling. I told him that he
was too romantic, and he said with a sigh that he could not help it; but
all would come right in the end, no doubt.
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