The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last CenturyManning, Anne
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The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last Century
Manning, Anne
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
When the Man was gone, she pressed the five Pounds on my _Mother_, with
the humblest Expressions of Gratitude; but my _Mother_ would by no
Means take it. At length it was decided to inclose three Pounds in a
Packet to Dr. _Elwes_, not to be sent to him till _Gatty_ was gone; and
the other two would pay her Journey, outside the Coach, to her native
Place, so that my Lady _Betty's_ Bounty but just cleared Expenses.
_Gatty_ was now in the gayest Spirits, and whereas she had hitherto
seemed rather a quiet Girl, she was now talking incessantly. There
was Something moving in witnessing the Joy she experienced in looking
forward to seeing her Mother, and the Glee with which she spoke of her
little Brothers and Sisters, the Dog, the Cat, the most trivial Thing
connected with Home. For Instance, "_Pussy_," she would say, "you are
handsomer than our old Tortoiseshell; and yet I would not exchange old
_Tibby_ for you." "How glad _Towler_ will be to see me! I fancy him at
the Gate, wagging his Tail. He is deaf, and has lost most of his Teeth,
but I hope he is not so blind but what he will know me again."
As her Luggage was but light, I made her find Room for a small but
very rich Plum-Cake, a present from my _Mother_ to hers, and also some
Gingerbread-Nuts for the Children.
In the Afternoon, a Boatman stepped into the Shop with some
Boat-Cloaks, saying that Mr. and Mrs. _Arbuthnot_ were coming up
from the Water-Side to take Tea in our Gardens. I knew not the young
Gentleman was married; and indeed he was not so, but his Companion
proved to be his Aunt; the quietest, sweetest-looking old Lady I ever
set Eyes on. The Sky having clouded over, we had little Company
that Afternoon; I set their Table in our nicest Arbour, and had
Pleasure in serving them myself, and providing them with the freshest
_Shrewsbury_ Cakes and lightest Buns. They seemed on the pleasantest of
Terms together; the young Man's Attention to the old _Lady_, without
fulsomeness, was very agreeable to see; and their Conversation was
somewhat above the common Run. Towards the Conclusion of their Repast,
a Rain-Shower came on, which alarmed Mrs. _Arbuthnot_, and made her
request Shelter in the House. I instantly shewed them into our Parlour;
where _Gatty_, having finished her Packing, was embroidering an Apron
which _Prue_ had commenced for my _Mother_, but had got tired of
before it was half done. _Gatty_ was such a superior Needlewoman that
her Work, besides being done so quickly, put _Prudence's_ quite to
shame; the Leaves, Flowers, and Sprigs seemed to grow under her nimble
Fingers. Old Mrs. _Arbuthnot_ watched her a little While, admiring her
Facility; and then raising her Eyes from _Gatty's_ white Hands to her
almost as white Face, "You look very delicate, young Woman," says she.
"Oh, Ma'am, I'm a great deal better now; almost well," says _Gatty_,
scarcely looking up.
"Have you been very ill?"
"Yes, Madam, I have had a Fever."
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