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room to a cupboard, from which he took a little old case containing jewels of some value. Take that, said he, my dear; it belonged to my mother, and afterwards to the first Lady Binkie. Pretty pearlsnever gave em the ironmongers daughter. No, no. Take em and put em up quick, said he, thrusting the case into his daughters hand, and clapping the door of the cabinet to, as Horrocks entered with a salver and refreshments. What have you a been and given Pitts wife? said the individual in ribbons, when Pitt and Lady Jane had taken leave of the old gentleman. It was Miss Horrocks, the butlers daughterthe cause of the scandal throughout the countythe lady who reigned now almost supreme at Queens Crawley. The rise and progress of those Ribbons had been marked with dismay by the county and family. The Ribbons opened an account at the Mudbury Branch Savings Bank; the Ribbons drove to church, monopolising the pony-chaise, which was for the use of the servants at the Hall. The domestics were dismissed at her pleasure. The Scotch gardener, who still lingered on the premises, taking a pride in his walls and hot-houses, and indeed making a pretty good livelihood by the garden, which he farmed, and of which he sold the produce at Southampton, found the Ribbons eating peaches on a sunshiny morning at the south-wall, and had his ears boxed when he remonstrated about this attack on his property. He and his Scotch wife and his Scotch children, the only respectable inhabitants of Queens Crawley, were forced to migrate, with their goods and their chattels, and left the stately comfortable gardens to go to waste, and the flower-beds to run to seed. Poor Lady Crawleys rose-garden became the dreariest wilderness. Only two or three domestics shuddered in the bleak old servants hall. The stables and offices were vacant, and shut up, and half ruined. Sir Pitt lived in private, and boozed nightly with Horrocks, his butler or house-steward (as he now began to be called), and the abandoned Ribbons. The times were very much changed since the period when she drove to Mudbury in the spring-cart and called the small tradesmen Sir. It may have been shame, or it may have been dislike of his neighbours, but the old Cynic of Queens Crawley hardly issued from his park-gates at all now. He quarrelled with his agents and screwed his tenants by letter. His days were passed in conducting his own correspondence; the lawyers and farm- bailiffs who had to do business with him could not reach him but through the Ribbons, who received them at the door of the housekeepers room, which commanded the back entrance by which they were admitted; and so the Baronets daily perplexities increased, and his embarrassments multiplied round him. The horror of Pitt Crawley may be imagined, as these reports of his fathers dotage reached the most exemplary and correct of gentlemen. He trembled daily lest he should hear that the Ribbons was proclaimed his second legal mother-in-law. After that first and last visit, his fathers name was never mentioned in Pitts polite and genteel establishment. It was the skeleton in his house, and all the family walked by it in terror and silence. The Countess Southdown kept on dropping per coach at the lodge-gate the most exciting tracts, tracts which ought to frighten the hair off your head. Mrs. Bute at the parsonage nightly looked out to see if the sky was red over the elms behind which the Hall stood, and the mansion was on fire. Sir G. Wapshot and Sir H. Fuddlestone, old friends of the house, wouldnt sit on the bench with Sir Pitt at Quarter Sessions, and cut him dead in the High Street of Southampton, where the reprobate stood offering his dirty old hands to them. Nothing had any effect upon him; he put his hands into his pockets, and burst out laughing, as he scrambled into his carriage and four; he used to burst out laughing at Lady Southdowns tracts; and he laughed at his sons, and at the world, and at the Ribbons when she was angry, which was not seldom. Miss Horrocks was installed as housekeeper at Queens Crawley, and ruled all the domestics there with great majesty and rigour. All the servants were instructed to address her as Mum, or Madamand there was one little maid, on her promotion, who persisted in calling her My Lady, without any rebuke on the part of the housekeeper. There has been better ladies, and there has been worser, Hester, was Miss Horrocks reply to this compliment of her inferior; so she ruled, having supreme power over all except her father, whom, however, she treated with considerable haughtiness, warning him not to be too familiar in his behaviour to one as was to be a Baronets lady. Indeed, she rehearsed that exalted part in life with great satisfaction to herself, and to the amusement of old Sir Pitt, who chuckled at her |
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