Domestic fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Psychological fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
"As regularly as on board ship," said the Captain. "I know the customs
of the manor of old."
"You have never favoured me with a long visit, Conrad," remarked Miss
Skipwith reproachfully.
"My life has been too busy for making long visits anywhere, my dear
aunt."
They took their places at the small square table, and Miss Skipwith
said grace. Antony Doddery was in attendance, clad in rusty black, and
looking as like a butler as a man who cleaned windows, scrubbed floors,
and hewed wood could be fairly expected to look. He removed the cover
of a modest dish of fish with a grand air, and performed all the
services of the table with as much dignity as if he had never been
anything less than a butler. He poured out a glass of ale for the
Captain and a glass of water for his mistress. Miss Skipwith seemed
relieved when Violet said she preferred water to ale, and did not
particularly care about wine.
"I used to drink wine at home very often, just because it was put in my
glass, but I like water quite as well," said Vixen.
After the fish there came a small joint of lamb, and a couple of dishes
of vegetables; then a small custard pudding, and some cheese cut up in
very minute pieces in a glass dish, some raw garden-stuff which Doddery
called salad, and three of last year's pears in an old Derby
dessert-dish. The dinner could hardly have been smaller, but it was
eminently genteel.
The conversation was entirely between Captain Winstanley and his aunt.
Vixen sat and listened wonderingly, save at odd times, when her
thoughts strayed back to the old life which she had done with for ever.
"You still continue your literary labours, I suppose, aunt," said the
Captain.
"They are the chief object of my existence. When I abandon them I shall
have done with life," replied Miss Skipwith gravely.
"But you have not yet published your book."
"No; I hope when I do that even you will hear of it."
"I have no doubt it will make a sensation."
"If it does not I have lived and laboured in vain. But my book may make
a sensation, and yet fall far short of the result which I have toiled
and hoped for."
"And that is----"
"The establishment of a universal religion."
"That is a large idea!"
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