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Tibbald did a little in buying and selling timber, and, indeed, in many other things. Pleased as he was to show me the mill, and to talk about it by the hour together, the shrewd old fellow still had an eye to business. After a while, in walking along the footpaths of the meadows and by the woods, a feeling grew upon me that it would be pleasant to know something of their history.
"What story? I wish you wouldn't allow Tibbald to gossip as you do, Sarah!" said Lady Fox-Wilton angrily. But a close observer might have seen that her bright colour precipitately left her. "Why, what harm was it?" cried Sarah, wondering. "He told me, because it seems Mrs. Sabin used to be a servant of ours long ago. Do you remember her, mamma?"
Hester opened her eyes. "Why shouldn't I? Is it a secret? I wanted you to tell Aunt Alice something if you were going that way." "Mamma!" Sarah suddenly emerged from the schoolroom window and ran excitedly across the lawn toward her mother. "Have you heard this extraordinary story about John Broad's mother? Tibbald has just told me." Tibbald was the butler, and Sarah's special friend and crony.
"The King of Youth, perceiving that he had to deal with a knave, pretended to agree, but stipulated that he must first taste the wine; whereupon the merchant gave him to taste some true Rhone wine which he carried in a leather bottle at his belt. 'If the cask answer to the sample, said the King, 'Ambialet is well off. 'By a good bargain, said Tibbald.
He rubbed the edge with ruddle, and, placing the millstaff on the stone, turned it about on its shorter axis: where the ruddle left its red mark more pecking would be required. There was but one small spot, and this he quickly put right. Even the seasoned oak, however, is not always true, and to be certain on the point Tibbald had a millstaff prover.
"'We need not consider them, the Viscount interposed. 'Master Tibbald here will be satisfied with the fine, and engages that being paid to leave Ambialet by the way he came. Now, the wine, you say' here he turned to Tibbald 'was worth four livres the hogshead? "But here our merchant, perceiving his case to go so fairly, allowed the devil of avarice to tempt him.
And this, of course, was Ambialet again; but the King of Youth had given orders to clear the streets, close the inns, and extinguish all flambeaux; so that as the guards marched Tibbald on the cliffway to the chateau, never a suspicion had he that this sleeping town was the same he had left in uproar.
To attain this end, first, the surfaces of the stones must be level, and the grooves must be exactly right; and, secondly, the upper stone must be hung at the exact distance above the other to the smallest fraction of an inch. The upper millstone is now sometimes balanced with lead, which Tibbald said was not the case of old.
Why are those people coming out of the Cowroast?" "There's been an inquest there." "On that old woman who was once a servant of ours?" The Rector looked up quickly. "Who told you anything about her?" "Oh, Sarah heard from Tibbald trust him for gossip! Was she off her head?" "She died of disease of the brain. They found her dead in her bed." "Well, why shouldn't she? An excellent way to die!
Shall it be wine for wine, then, or do you insist upon money? And here he poured out a cupful from the flagon at his elbow and offered it to the merchant, who drank and pulled a wry mouth, as well he might, for it had been saved from the spillings of his own tisane. "'The Viscount eyed him curiously. 'What! Master Tibbald?
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