Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England Volume 1, Chapter I. A PEEP AT TOLCARNE. "Ed--Ward!" "Yes, mum." A stiff, high-shouldered footman turned round as he reached the breakfast-room door. "Are you sure Sir Hampton has been called?" "Yes, mum." "And did Smith take up her ladyship's hot water?" "Yes, mum." "Are the young ladies coming down?" "They went out for a walk nearly an hour ago, mum." "Dear me! and such a damp morning, too! Did they take their waterproofs?" "Please, 'm, I didn't see them go." "Look if they're hanging in the hall, Edward." "Yes, mum." Edward walked stiffly out, closed the door, "made a face" at it, and returned at the end of a minute. "Waterproofs hanging on the pegs, mum." "Dear, dear, dear, dear! Then of course they put on their goloshes! Go and see if they're in the lobby, Edward." "Did see, mum," said Edward, who was wise in his generation, and had learned the art of making his head save his heels--"goloshes is in the lobby." "Goloshes is in the plural, Edward, and should be _are_--mind that: goloshes are." "Yes, mum--galoshes are," said Edward; "and the letter-bag _are_ just come into the kitchen. Shall I fetch it?" "_Is_, Edward, _is_. Now do, pray, be careful. Nothing is more annoying to visitors than to hear servants make grammatical mistakes." "Yes, mum," said Edward. "Is the heater very hot?" "Yes, mum--white 'ot." "White _what_, Edward?" "'Ot, mum! white 'ot!" Miss Matilda Rea, a rather compressed, squeezy lady of forty-five, shuddered, and rearranged her black net mittens. "Go and fetch the letter-bag, Ed-ward." The footman made the best of his way out, and Miss Matilda inspected the well-spread breakfast table through a large, square, gold-rimmed eyeglass; walked to the sideboard, upon which were sundry cold meats; and finished with a glance round the handsomely furnished room, ready to be down upon a speck of dust. But the place was scrupulously well kept; even the great bay window, looking out upon sloping green lawn, flower beds, and clumps of evergreens, backed up by a wall of firs, was perfectly clean. So Miss Matilda preened her feathers, frowned, and waited the return of Edward with a locked wallet of leather, bearing the Rea crest--a peacock with expanded tail, the motto "_Floreat majestas_"--and, in large letters on the brass plate, the words, "Sir Hampton Rea, Tolcarne." "Place it beside Sir Hampton's chair, Edward," said Miss Matilda. The wallet was duly deposited in the indicated place. "Now bring in the urn, Edward." "Please, 'm, Sir Hampton said it was to come in at nine punctually, and it wants a quarter." "Then go and be quite ready to fill it, Edward," said Miss Matilda, not daring to interfere with the Mede-like laws of the master of the house. And Edward departed to finish his own breakfast, and confide to the cook his determination that if that old tabby was to be always worriting him to death, he would give warning.