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Miss Bathgate took a savoury-smelling dish from the oven and put it, along with two hot plates, before Mawson, then put the teapot before herself and they began. "Whaur's Miss Reston the nicht?" Bella asked, as she helped herself to hot buttered toast. "Dinin' with Sir John and Lady Tweedie. She's wearin' a lovely new gown, sort of yellow. It suited her a treat. I must say she did look noble.
Muir next door, wi' six bairns, an' a' the wark o' the hoose to dae an' washin's forbye, an' here's Miss Reston never liftin' a finger except to pu' silk threads through a bit stuff. That's what makes folk Socialists." Mawson, who belonged to that fast disappearing body, the real servant class, and who, without a thought of envy, delighted in the possession of her mistress, looked sadly puzzled.
"Oh, don't," Jean pleaded. "You remind me that I am quite uninteresting when I am trying to make believe that I am subtle, or 'subtile, as the Psalmist says of the fowler's snare." "Absurd child! Augusta, my dear, this is Miss Reston." Miss Hope shook hands in her gentle, shy way, and busied herself putting small tables beside her mother and the two guests as the servant brought in tea.
Guid-nicht, then, and see ye lick that ill laddie for near settin' the hoose on fire. It's no' safe, I tell ye, to live onywhere near him noo that he's begun thae tricks. Baith Peter an' him are fair Bolsheviks ... Did I tell ye that Miss Reston sent me a grand feather-boa grey, in a present? I've aye had a notion o' a feather-boa, but I dinna ken how she kent that.
Only when we are alone Jean and Augusta and Lewis Elliot and I we 'tire the sun with talking and send it down the sky. ... Miss Reston, Lewis Elliot tells me he knew you very well at one time." "Yes, away at the beginning of things. I adored him when I was fifteen and he was twenty. He was wonderfully good to me and Biddy my brother. It is delightful to find an old friend in a new place."
The instinct that makes people wish to stand well with the rich and powerful he could understand and commend, but the instinct that opens wide doors to the shabby and the unsuccessful was not one that he knew anything about: it was certainly not an instinct for this world as he knew it. Just as they were finishing tea Mrs. M'Cosh ushered in Miss Pamela Reston.
She aye comes ower dwamy in an east wind. ... But tell me, Jean, how is Miss Reston conducting herself in Priorsford?" "With the greatest propriety, I assure you," Pamela replied for herself. "Aren't I, Jean? I have dined with Mrs. Duff-Whalley and been introduced to 'the County. You were regrettably absent from that august gathering, I seem to remember.
If you do that before Miss Reston, Teenie, I'll be tempted to do you an injury." Miss Teenie blew her nose pensively. "I doubt I've got a chill changing my underclothes in the middle of the day, but 'a little pride and a little pain, as my mother used to say when she screwed my hair with curl-papers.... I suppose it'll do if we stay an hour?"
Come and sit beside me, Miss Reston, and tell me what you think of Priorsford." "Oh," said Pamela, drawing a low chair to the side of her hostess, "it's not for me to talk about Priorsford. They tell me you know more about it than anyone." "Do I? Well, perhaps; anyway, I love it more than most.
Do you know, I was rather glad to hear you begin to slang the unfortunate Miss Duff-Whalley. It was more like the Pamela Reston I used to know. I didn't recognise her in the tolerant, all-loving lady." "Oh," cried Pamela, "you are cruel to the girl I once was. The years mellow. Surely you welcome improvement, even while you remind me of my sins and faults of youth."
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