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Sewis, in reply, counselled me to direct a great deal of my attention to the stables, and drink claret with the squire in the evening, things so little difficult to do that I moralized reflectively, 'Here 's a way of gaining a relative's affection! The squire's punctilious regard for payments impressed me, it is true.
Captain Bulsted fed heartily; he was thoroughly a sailor-gentleman, between the old school and the new, and, as I perceived, as far gone in love with my aunt as his brother was. Presently Sewis entered carrying a foaming tankard of old ale, and he and the captain exchanged a word or two upon Jamaica.
Suddenly the noise ended, and soon after the voice of old Sewis commanded them to scatter away to their beds; whereupon the footmen took agile leaps to the post of danger, while the women, in whose bosoms intense curiosity now supplanted terror, proceeded to a vacant room overlooking the front entrance, and spied from the window. Meanwhile Sewis stood by his master's bedside.
A renewal of his clamour for immediate attention fell on the squire's ear, amazing him to stupefaction at such challengeing insolence. 'Hand me my breeches, he called to Sewis; 'I can't think brisk out of my breeches. Sewis held the garment ready.
As it was, I liked old Sewis better, for he would talk to me of the night when my father carried me away, and though he never uttered the flattering words I longed to hear, he repeated the story often, and made the red hall glow with beams of my father's image.
We've noticed a change in him ever since you left. Gout's been at his leg, off and on, a deal shrewder. But he rides to hounds, and dines his tenants still, that he does; he's one o' th' old style. Everything you eat and drink's off his estate, the day he dines his tenants. No humbug 'bout old Squire Beltham. I asked him if Sewis was alive.
'Your hat is in the hall, Sewis observed gravely. 'I asked you for my horsewhip. 'That is not to be found anywhere, said Sewis. The squire was diverted from his objurgations against this piece of servitorial defiance by his daughter Dorothy's timid appeal for permission to come in. Sewis left the room. Presently the squire descended, fully clad, and breathing sharply from his nostrils.
'Mr.... The squire checked his breath. That was a name never uttered at the Grange. 'The scoundrel? he inquired harshly, half in a tone of one assuring himself, and his rigid dropped jaw shut. The fact had to be denied or affirmed instantly, and Sewis was silent. Grasping his bedclothes in a lump, the squire cried: 'Downstairs? downstairs, Sewis? You've admitted him into my house? 'No, sir.
An illness of old Sewis, the butler, amazingly resembling a sick monkey in his bed, kept me from paying a visit to Temple and seeing my father for several weeks, during which time Janet loyally accustomed the squire to hear of the German princess, and she did it with a decent and agreeable cheerfulness that I quite approved of.
She handed him to Sewis on the stairs, keeping his fingers for an instant to kiss them: after which, old Sewis, the lord of the pantry, where all sweet things were stored, deposited him on the floor of the hall, and he found himself facing the man of the night.
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