England -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction
Lady Speed was undoubtedly a fine woman. "Fine" was exactly the right
word for her, for she was just a little too elderly to be called
beautiful and perhaps too tall ever to have been called pretty. Though
she was upright and clear-skinned and finely-featured, and although the
two decades of her married life had seemed to leave very little
conspicuous impression on her, yet there was a sense, perhaps, in which
she looked her age; it might have been guessed rightly as between forty
and fifty. She had blue eyes of that distinctively English hue that
might almost be the result of gazing continually upon miles and miles of
rolling English landscape; and her nose, still attractively
_retroussé_, though without a great deal of the pertness it must have
had in her youth, held just enough of patricianly bearing to enable her
to manage competently the twenty odd domestics whose labours combined to
make Beachings Over habitable.
She kissed Helen warmly. "My dear, I'm so pleased to meet you. But
you'll have to rough it along with us, you know--I'm afraid we don't
live at all in style. We're just ordinary country folks, that's all....
And when you've had your lunch and got refreshed I must take you over
the house and show you everything...."
Speed laughed and said: "Mother always tells visitors that they've got
to rough it. But there's nothing to rough. I wonder what she'd say if
she had to live three months at Lavery's."
"Lavery's?" said Lady Speed, uncomprehendingly.
"Lavery's is the name of my House at Millstead. I was made housemaster
of it at the beginning of the term." He spoke a little proudly.
"Oh, yes, I seem to know the name. I believe your father was mentioning
something about it to me once, but I hardly remember--"
"But how on earth did he know anything about it? I never wrote telling
him."
"Well, I expect he heard it from somebody.... I really couldn't tell you
exactly.... I've had a most awful morning before you came--had to
dismiss one of the maids--she'd stolen a thermos-flask. So ungrateful of
her, because I'd have given it to her if she'd only asked me for it. One
of my best maids, she was."
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