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There was the superior being, his back to the fire and his legs apart formidable! She curtsied another sin according to the new code. Then she discovered that she was inarticulate. "Well?" Words burst from her "Her's crying her eyes out up yon, mester." And Mrs. Tams also snivelled. The superior being frowned and said testily, yet not without a touch of careless toleration
Tams had acquired it in her native village of Sneyd, where an earl held fast to that which was good, and she had never been able to quite lose it. It did far more than the celerity of the chauffeur to appease Thomas Batchgrew. Snorting and self-conscious, and with his white whiskers flying behind him, he stepped in his two overcoats across the narrow, muddy pavement and on to Mrs.
Tams was coming upstairs after letting out the doctor and refreshing herself with cocoa in the kitchen. A careless observer might have thought from their respective attitudes that it was Mrs. Tarns, and not Rachel, who had overslept herself. Rachel divided the blame between the alarm-clock and Mrs.
All her past life was in her face, inspiring it with strength and sorrow. "Mr. Batchgrew," she said. "I've heard your voice for a long time. I want to speak to you." And then she turned, yielded to the solicitous alarm of Mrs. Tams, climbed feebly up the stairs, and vanished round the corner at the top. And Mrs. Tams, putting her frowsy head for an instant over the hand-rail, stopped to adjure Mr.
Her eyes glittered above the darkened lower lids; her gaze was self-conscious and yet bold; a faint languor showed beneath her happy energy. But there was no sign that on the previous evening she had been indisposed. Mrs. Tams was respectfully maternal, but preoccupied.
She arose full of health and anger, and in a few minutes she was out of the bedroom, for she had not fully undressed; like many women, when there was watching to be done, she loved to keep her armour on and to feel the exciting strain of the unusual in every movement. She fell on Mrs. Tams as Mrs.
And as she did so she could hear Rachel winding up her alarm-clock in quick jerks, and the light shone bright like a silver rod under Rachel's door. "Her's gone reet to bed," said Mrs. Tams softly, by the bedside of Mrs. Maldon. "Ye've no cause for to worrit yerself. I've looked over th' house." Mrs. Maldon was fast asleep. Mrs.
By the way, I was forgetting; Mr. Fores will not be in for tea." Mrs. Tams, forgetting she was a parlour-maid, vociferated in amazement and protest "Not be in for tea, ma'am? And him as he is!" All her lately gathering suspicions were strengthened and multiplied. Rachel had to continue as she had begun: "He's been called away on very urgent business. He simply had to go." Mrs.
"Eh, missis!" breathed Mrs. Tams. "What's this?" Rachel gave a nervous laugh. "I was up. Mr. Fores was asleep, and I had to do something, so I thought " "Has he had a good night, ma'am?" "Fair. Yes, pretty good. I must run up and see if he is awake." Mrs. Tams saw the stains on Rachel's cheeks, but she could not mention them. Rachel had an impulse to fall on Mrs. Tams' enormous breast and weep.
Tams for not wakening her; indeed, she seemed to consider herself the victim of a conspiracy between Mrs. Tams and the alarm-clock. She explicitly blamed Mrs. Tams for allowing the doctor to come and go without her knowledge. Even the doctor did not get off scot-free, for he ought to have asked for Rachel and insisted on seeing her. She examined Mrs.
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