Then the men
began to drop in for tea, and that succeeded in making her forget her
troubles.
Reggie and the Duke arrived together. My sister at once took charge of
the Duke, while Reggie said to me, "I say, what sort of creature is
the old girl below?"
"Not a very good sort, I am afraid. Why? What has she done now?"
"Why, she stopped Abingdon and me and asked us to wipe our shoes."
"She asked the Duke of Abingdon to wipe his shoes?" I gasped, in a
whisper.
"Yes; and Freddie, who was just ahead of us, turned back and said, 'My
good woman, was the cab very dirty, do you think?'"
"Oh, don't tell my sister! She has almost died of Mrs. Black already
to-day; this would finish her completely."
"Well, you must give your woman a talking to--a regular going over,
d'ye know? Tell her you'll be the mistress of the whole blooming house
or you'll tear it to pieces. That's the way to talk to 'em. I told my
landlady in Edinburgh once that I'd chuck her out of the window if she
spoke to me until she was spoken to. She came up and rapped on the
door one Saturday night at ten o'clock, when I had some fellows there,
and told me to send those men home and go to bed.
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