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It was deep calling unto deep. 'Where is he? 'I have shown him into the drawing-room, m'lady. Lady Wetherby went downstairs and found a large young man awaiting her, looking nervous. Bill was feeling nervous. A sense of the ridiculousness of his mission had come upon him. After all, he asked himself, what on earth had he got to say?
She had been about to say that it was like a butler, but, she reflected regretfully, it was probably Albert's dearest ambition to be like a butler. "It doesn't sound right. Just say 'Yes'." "Yes, m'lady." Maud was not enthusiastic about the 'M'lady', but she let it go. After all, she had not quite settled in her own mind what exactly she wished Albert's attitude towards herself to be.
It was brief, and to the point. "I am staying near the castle at a cottage they call 'the one down by Platt's'. It is a rather new, red-brick place. You can easily find it. I shall be waiting there if you want me." It was signed "The Man in the Cab". "Do you know a cottage called 'the one down by Platt's', Albert?" asked Maud. "Yes, m'lady. It's down by Platt's farm.
A slight, dignified gesture was Wrench's only reply. It was not his place to analyse the motives of monkeys. 'Throwing eggs! The sight of Lady Wetherby's distress melted the butler's stern reserve. He unbent so far as to supply a clue. 'As I understand from cook, m'lady, the animal appears to have taken umbrage at a lack of cordiality on the part of the cat.
It's very important she should have them in time to look over before she goes. 'Yes, m'lady. Sutton opened a door and disappeared. A footstep sounded on the marble floor of the lobby. Over her shoulder Lady John called out, 'Is that Miss Levering? 'No, m'lady. Mr. Farnborough.
I see a chicken killed there Wednesday week. Do you know, m'lady, after a chicken's 'ead is cut orf, it goes running licketty-split?" Maud shivered slightly. Albert's fresh young enthusiasms frequently jarred upon her. "I find a friend of mine is staying there. I want you to take a note to him from me." "Very good, m'lady." "And, Albert " "Yes, m'lady?"
How did you know where to find us?" "'Cause as I came up the drive, m'lady, I jest 'appened to see you a-walking together, so I followed you, I did, m'lady." "Followed us?" repeated Cleone rather faintly. "Oh!" "And then when I seen you slip, m'lady, I thought as 'ow I'd better wait a bit. So I waited, I did." Of course! to be sure?"
Something in the butler's manner, a sort of gloating gloom which he radiated, told her that she had arrived at one of these corners now. 'The hape is seated on the kitchen-sink, m'lady, throwing new-laid eggs at the scullery-maid, and cook desired me to step up and ask for instructions. 'What! Lady Wetherby rose in agitation. 'What's he doing that for? she asked, weakly.
You're new to the place." "Maybe so, m'lady. I always was one for keeping myself to myself. My Granny brought me up strict. I wish I hadn't lost her when I did." She heaved a deep sigh. "We had a sweet little place at home in Warwickshire. Such a pretty cottage, and an orchard, and the roses climbin' about my window."
I don't believe Miss Stella would be with us this day if it weren't for that. I never saw a young lady so set on her Ma. M'lady," she drew Lady O'Gara away from the gate by which they were standing talking, a little way along the avenue where no listener could hear "I've told Miss Stella a lie, and I'm not sorry for it, although I'm a truthful woman. It was a big lie too.
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