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"Well, Smither, I want to see him, if I can; in case he has anything to say to me." Smither coloured up above her corsets. "It will be an occasion!" she said. "Shall I take you round the house, sir, while I send Cook to break it to him?" "No, you go to him," said Soames. "I can go round the house by myself."
As though feeling that some danger threatened her younger brother, Aunt Juley suddenly offered him tea: "There it is," she said, "all cold and nasty, waiting for you in the back drawing room, but Smither shall make you some fresh." Old Jolyon rose: "Thank you," he said, looking straight at James, "but I've no time for tea, and scandal, and the rest of it! It's time I was at home.
I expect he'll ask me this afternoon if you came about the gas, and a pretty job I shall have to make him understand." "Do you think he ought to have a man about him?" Smither held up her hands. "A man! Oh! no. Cook and me can manage perfectly. A strange man about would send him crazy in no time. And my mistresses wouldn't like the idea of a man in the house. Besides, we're so proud of him."
"Quite," said Soames. He did remember. Smither and Jane had been proper witnesses, having been left nothing in the Will that they might have no interest in Timothy's death. It had been he fully admitted an almost improper precaution, but Timothy had wished it, and, after all, Aunt Hester had provided for them amply. "Very well," he said; "good-bye, Smither.
You'll go burning your fingers investing your money in lime, and things you know nothing about! Who told you?" and ascertaining what they had been told, he would go away, and, making inquiries in the City, would perhaps invest some of his own money in the concern. It was about the middle of dinner, just in fact as the saddle of mutton had been brought in by Smither, that Mrs.
It WAS a change! And Mr. Timothy had never liked change. But she did not speak of this to Smither, who did so take a line of her own in regard to heaven that it quite put one about sometimes. She cried while Timothy was being prepared, and they all had sherry afterwards out of the yearly Christmas bottle, which would not be needed now. Ah! dear!
"Soames," cried Soames at the top of his voice, holding out his hand, "Soames Forsyte!" "No!" said Timothy, and stumping his stick loudly on the floor, he continued his walk. "It doesn't seem to work," said Soames. "No, sir," replied Smither, rather crestfallen; "you see, he hasn't finished his walk. It always was one thing at a time with him.
"Quite," said Soames. He did remember. Smither and Jane had been proper witnesses, having been left nothing in the Will that they might have no interest in Timothy's death. It had been he fully admitted an almost improper precaution, but Timothy had wished it, and, after all, Aunt Hester had provided for them amply. "Very well," he said; "good-bye, Smither.
Encountering Smither in the hall, he began to ask her about the funeral, and, finding that she knew nothing, complained bitterly that, if they didn't take care, everything would go wrong. She had better send for Mr. Soames he knew all about that sort of thing; her master was very much upset, he supposed he would want looking after; as for her mistresses, they were no good they had no gumption!
The maid Smither, who had been in her service since girlhood, and was spoken of as "Smither a good girl but so slow!" the maid Smither performed every morning with extreme punctiliousness the crowning ceremony of that ancient toilet.
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