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Tapster frowned and stared gloomily into the fire; then he suddenly pulled himself together rather sharply, for the door behind him had slowly swung open. This was intolerable! The parlor-maid had again and again been told that, whatever might have been the case in her former places, no door in Mr. Tapster's house was to be opened without the preliminary of a respectful knock.
A few seconds later a trim maid-servant that same tall parlor-maid who had once before come opportunely on the scene tripped out, conducting a handsome old gentleman, whom she announced as "the Reverend George Treherne." I rose to greet him, of course. "I'm very glad to see you, Mr. Treherne," I said, and he could not know how exceptionally truthful the conventional words were.
"How long ago is it since you lived in service as a parlor-maid?" "A little better than two years, ma'am." "I suppose you have not forgotten how to wait at table, and clean plate, and the rest of it, in that time?" At this question Louisa's attention, which had been wandering more and more during the progress of Magdalen's inquiries, wandered away altogether.
On both these accounts, I venture to write to you on my own responsibility, for I think your presence is needed in the house. "Early in the month a most regrettable circumstance took place. Our new parlor-maid was discovered by Mr. The girl removed herself from the house the next morning before we were any of us astir, and she has not been heard of since.
This was the man whose secret it was now the one interest of Magdalen's life to surprise! This was the man whose name had supplanted hers in Noel Vanstone's will! The fish and the roast meat followed; and the admiral's talk rambled on now in soliloquy, now addressed to the parlor-maid, and now directed to the dogs as familiarly and as discontentedly as ever.
She it is who, as wife, mother, sister, or, perhaps, maiden-aunt, picks up the hat or gloves Mamie has carelessly left on the drawing-room table, wipes the tiny finger smears from the window-panes at which baby stood to wave his hand to papa this morning, dusts the rungs of the chair neglected by the parlor-maid, and mends the ripped coat which Johnny forgot to mention until it was nearly time to start for school.
How she wished it were over, she found writing an impossible task, and Mrs. Needham, noticing her restlessness, observed, with a grave smile, "I expect you will have some very good news for me this afternoon! I am going out to luncheon." "No, dear Mrs. Needham, I do not think I shall," returned Katherine. "I fear " "Lord de Burgh is in the drawing room," said the parlor-maid.
She put her strength with that of the young clergyman, and they carried Adeline to the lounge; Suzette dispatched Elbridge, hanging helplessly about, for some of the women. He sent the parlor-maid, and did not come back. Adeline kept looking at her sister as if she were afraid of her. When she was recovered sufficiently to speak, she turned her eyes on the clergyman, and said huskily, "Tell her."
His face had by this time worked the right number of minutes to produce a roar, and it came. Milly picked him up, but the wounds of his spirit were not to be immediately healed, and the roar continued. Finally he had to be handed over to the parlor-maid, and so came to great happiness in the kitchen, where there were no rules against infantile conversation. Milly was flushed and disturbed.
Boyne was not at his desk, and she peered about her, expecting to discover him at the book-shelves, somewhere down the length of the room; but her call brought no response, and gradually it became clear to her that he was not in the library. She turned back to the parlor-maid. "Mr. Boyne must be up-stairs. Please tell him that luncheon is ready."
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