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Miriam confessed that like all comedians they ate at queer hours; she sent Dashwood in for biscuits and sherry she proposed sending him round to the grocer's in the Circus Road for superior wine. Peter judged him the factotum of the little household: he knew where the biscuits were kept and the state of the grocer's account.
In her heart of hearts she knew that she would not be able to resist, and, docile as the sheep under the butcher's hand, she recognized her fate, and accepted it. A fresh bill was run up at the grocer's, and the mornings were passed in a state of torpor.
The next came in the sudden appearance of a person called "Milly" I've forgotten her surname whom I found in his room one evening, simply attired in a blue wrap the rest of her costume behind the screen smoking cigarettes and sharing a flagon of an amazingly cheap and self-assertive grocer's wine Ewart affected, called "Canary Sack." "Hullo!" said Ewart, as I came in. "This is Milly, you know.
Be sure you don't mix the change, Maggie. Pop the butcher's change into one pocket, and the grocer's change into another. Now, do you know what we are going to have for dinner?" "No, Miss, I'm sure I don't. I expect it'll sound big to begin with, and end small, same as the breakfast did.
But in this change it was so needful to him that he should carry with him the full sympathies of one person; that she who was the nearest to him of all should act with him! And now she had not only disobeyed him, but had told him, as some grocer's wife might tell her husband, that he was "making a fuss about it all!"
In fact, the whole affair was ridiculous; and I was inclined to feel a little ashamed of the distinction, when I reflected on the absurd figure I must have cut, with my head in a string like a grocer's parcel, and Boy imploring me, with all his astonished eyes, not to submit to so silly an operation. So he and I tacitly agreed to hush the matter up between us.
The first was a countryman with two baskety boxes full of live chickens who stuck their russet heads out anxiously through the wicker bars; the second was Miss Peckitt, the grocer's wife's cousin, with a tin box and three brown-paper parcels; and the third "Oh! my Daddy, my Daddy!"
"I wonder what he proposes for us?" said Horace. "Some clerkship, I suppose." "Perhaps in his own office," said Reginald. "What an opening that would be!" "Never you mind. The law's very respectable; but I know I'd be no good for that. I might manage to serve tea and raisins behind a grocer's counter, or run errands, or " "Or black boots," suggested Reginald. "Black boots!
She was holding now in her hand a bundle of notes, by means of which various poor people, her protégés, had procured goods from a grocer's shop. They had been sent her the evening before by the shopkeeper with a request for the payment of the total eighty-two roubles. "My goodness, what a lot they've had! They've no conscience!" she said, deciphering with difficulty her ugly handwriting.
He let the cat out of the bag or let me say the cork out of the bottle when one day he innocently remarked to me, "I get all my liquor from the grocer's; the governor never looks much at the grocer's account." Leaving the question of wines and spirits, I can illustrate my preference for dealing with men who "know you know" what they are selling, and are, indeed, experts in their trades.
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