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Updated: June 19, 2025
But what they had to say gave him no comfort indeed, it was almost exactly what the house-parlourmaid had said last week, when Enid had gone off to town, leaving no address behind her. This time, however, she had said she would telephone from town. As he was turning away, feeling sick at heart, the cook suddenly vouchsafed the information that her mistress had left a letter for Mrs.
"Machin," said he to the incoming house-parlourmaid, "see if you can find some port." Charlie raised his fatigued eyebrows. "Yes, sir," said the house-parlourmaid, vivaciously, and whisked away her skirts, which seemed to remark: "You're quite right to have port. I feel very sorry for you two attractive gentlemen taking a poor dinner all alone." Charlie drank his port in silence and Mr.
"Hanged if I know!" "I heard her playing the piano not five minutes since." "So did I." Machin, the house-parlourmaid, then intervened: "Miss Sissie had a telephone call, and she's gone out, sir." "Where to?" "She didn't say, sir. She only said she wouldn't be in for dinner, sir. I made sure she'd told you herself, sir."
We want men who march with the times, who are interested in politics, and can make themselves felt." So did the great voice roll on and outward. Very beautiful to the listeners in sound though, in sense, it may be questioned whether it conveyed very definite ideas to them but highly embarrassing to the house-parlourmaid, whose feminine tones quite failed to make headway against the volume of it.
Eliza put in, not without covert sarcasm. "I never remember to have known it happen before." "Mrs. and Miss Ballard, please, mum" this from the house-parlourmaid. Mrs. Lovegrove arose with alacrity, retail trade and nonconformity alike forgiven. "I am afraid Miss Hart grows very spiteful," she said to herself. "I wish she would go. I should be vexed to have her outsit Serena. Well, Mrs.
I wonder if there is anybody in the field already?" "Not that I am aware of." "Of course you know this kind of thing spoils a girl's prospects of marriage enormously. Men won't run the risk." Winnington laughed. "And all the time, you're a Suffragist yourself!" "Yes, indeed I am," was the stout reply. "Here am I, with a house and a daughter, a house-parlourmaid, a boot-boy, and rates to pay.
And as if the walls had ears, the meal made its appearance with that silent celerity which the retired Anglo-Indian who has sworn at native servants for thirty years misses so keenly, when he is relegated to the cumbersome ministrations of the British house-parlourmaid of Baling.
Fighting down that instinct of panic which urged her to turn tail and run without further delay, Tuppence returned the lady's gaze firmly and respectfully. As though that first scrutiny had been satisfactory, Mrs. Vandemeyer motioned to a chair. "You can sit down. How did you hear I wanted a house-parlourmaid?" "Through a friend who knows the lift boy here. He thought the place might suit me."
"Oh, we have not come to that yet!" May answered, unable to check a laugh; "but I dare say he will not wish it. We could live quite simply at the Court. I wonder if we shall run to a house-parlourmaid?" "It's no laughing matter; you have been used to every luxury, May." "I have had more than my share. I feel rather a surfeit of the sweetest things." "And he does not go to church "
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