Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“I expect you all to be doubly careful and attentive,” said Miss Susan,
“though indeed I am not going very far, and probably won’t be more than
a few days gone. But in the meantime Miss Augustine will require your
utmost care. Stevens, I am very much displeased with the way you took it
upon you to speak at dinner yesterday. It annoyed my sister extremely,
and you had no right to use so much freedom. Never let it happen again.”
Stevens was taken entirely by surprise, and stood gazing at her with the
bewildered air of a man who, seeking innocent amusement in the hearing
of news, is suddenly transfixed by an unexpected thunderbolt. “Me, mum!”
said Stevens bewildered, “I--I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It
was an unfair advantage to take.
“Precisely, you,” said Miss Susan; “what have you to do with the people
at the almshouses? Nobody expects you to be answerable for what they do
or don’t do. Never let me hear anything of the kind again.”
“Oh,” said Stevens, with a snort of suppressed offence, “it’s them! Miss
Austin, I can’t promise at no price! if I hears that old ’ag a praised
up to the skies--”
“You will simply hold your tongue,” said Miss Susan peremptorily. “What
is it to you? My sister knows her own people best.”
Upon this the two women in attendance shook their heads, and Stevens,
encouraged by this tacit support, took courage.
“She don’t, mum, she don’t,” he said; “if you heard the things they’ll
say behind her back! It makes me sick, it does, being a faithful
servant. If I don’t dare to speak up, who can? She’s imposed upon to
that degree, and made game of as your blood would run cold to see it;
and if I ain’t to say a word when I haves a chance, who can? The women
sees it even--and it’s nat’ral as I should see further than the women.”
“Then you’ll please set the women a good example by holding your
tongue,” said Miss Susan. “Once for all, recollect, all of you, Miss
Augustine shall never be crossed while I am mistress of the house. When
it goes into other hands you can do as you please.”
“Oh, laws!” said the cook, “when it comes to that, mum, none of us has
nothing to do here.”
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